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roadkillremi · 2 years ago

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Love Sucks Part 2

Randy Meeks X F!Gothic!Reader

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Warning : Language, mentions insomnia, Randy's a bit of a pervert, Spoilers to the movie Childs Play, Mentions Sex, Under-Aged Drinking, Mentions of Sunburn.

Summary : When a New Girl moves to Woodsboro Randy falls Head over heels for her. Despite her weird interests and odd habits the friend group accepts her.

Randy walked in to the halls searching for you. He couldn't find you in the morning and was determined to find you before lunch. He scanned the lockers to find you. And there you were in black baggy pants and a tight band t-shirt. Sadly there was Billy leaning next to your locker. He smiled yours was by his, Randy walked up to you, "Hey, Y/N.".

"Hey Randy! Billy was just telling me about this Saturday. I told him we're watching Childs Play!" Billy gave a small smile when you looked at him.

"Cool. Mind moving from my locker, Loomis?-". Billy rolled his eyes and moved away from the locker.

"what were you saying before we were interrupted..' Billy said shooting Randy a look. You put a notebook in your bookbag, "That Killer Clowns From Outer space is underrated.".

"No way! The Effects sucked ass!" Randy interrupted.

"So?! It was unique! And hilarious! Without it IT wouldn't be what it is!" You said smiling at Randy.

"I mean the Exorcist had better effects." He added. Sidney ran up to Billy grabbing his hand.

"What are you guys talking about?" She asked smiling.

"Scary movies." You and Randy spoke in unison. She shook her head, "They're not that good.".

"Yeah Yeah." Randy mumbled closing his locker. You smiled at him, "They just don't get it.". Randy smiled back, "Nope.".

"Sup Nerds!" Stu raffled Randy and your hair. You grained fixing your hair, Stu was a bit too welcoming. Randy rolled his eyes, "They were just talking about movies." Sidney said.

"Come on! Y/N there has to be something else you like!" Tatum complained. She looped her arm around yours walking towards the fountain. Randy followed along with the group.

"What do you mean?" You asked looking at her.

"Like music! What music do you like?!"

"Oh, the cure, Korn, Black Sabbath, Aerosmiths cool.." you gave a soft smile.

"No Madonna?" Tatum raided an eyebrow.

"No.. sorry."

"Whoa! There's nothing wrong with rock!" Stu said grabbing Tatum's waist from behind. You backed away from Stu and Tatum's mess of affection.

"Are they always like that?" You whispered to Randy.

"Yeah, one time I accidentally walked in on them having sex..." Randy said in disgust. You cringed your face, "Ew.". You went to sit in the same spot as yesterday. Randy sat by you and ate his sandwich.

"So, Y/N what are you wearing Saturday?" Tatum asked while Stu devoured her neck with kisses. You glanced down at Stu and back up at her.

"Not sure. What's the dress code?" You asked.

"To dress cute!" Tatum leaned in close to your ear, "Besides I think someone likes you" darting her eyes to Randy. His face went pink when you looked over at him.

"Tate! Stop playing the match maker!" Sidney said laughing. Tatum smiled, "Fine." .

"You guys hear about that guy that went missing last night?" Billy spoke up.

"No." Tatum said taking a bite of her chip.

"He was missing from work and wasn't at home and they found his body devoured." Billy said.

"Must've been a bear.." you said.

"I don't know haven't seen a bear in a while!" Stu said.

"You've never seen a bear." Randy blurted. Stu shot his head over, "Shut it, Fuckface!". Randy rolled his eyes, you looked over at Randy.

"Does he always call you that?" You asked lowly. Randy shrugged, "It's normal.". You looked over at Stu, "Hey don't do that.". Stu looked up at you.

"Are you protecting him?" He laughed. You rolled your eyes, "Just don't you look idiotic. Grow up.". Stu blinked, he didn't know what to say. Randy smiled to himself, "Why aren't you eating anything?' Tatum asked.

"Stomach ache. I'll be fine though." You smiled. Randy reached in his bag for an unopened water bottle.

"Here." He handed it to you with a small smile. You took it, "Thanks.".

"Awh, Stu why don't you do stuff like that for me?" Tatum whined. Stu kissed her cheek, "Because I fuck you instead.".

"Come on! Really?!" Randy whined. Stu laughed, you cringed your face yet again. Tatum huffed, "Y/N when do you get off work tonight?".

"At.." you looked at Randy for assistance. He looked up mid sandwich bite, "Nine." He said.

"Nine." You repeated looking at Tatum. She smiled, "Good, Call me when you get back!". You nodded, Randy's heart dropped that means you wouldn't call him. You looked over at Randy, "You alright?". He nodded, "Yeah just tired.". You gave him a sympathetic smile that made his heart flutter.

"Take a nap. I'll wake you up when the bell rings"

Randys eyes widened, his face even pinker.

"I.." he tried to find words for what he was thinking. You gently patted your thigh, "You can use me as a pillow if you'd like.." you whispered. Randy nodded dropping down instantly, his head resting on your thigh. His eyes were shaded by the hat you wore. The side conversations seemed to stop as everyone looked at Randy resting his head on the goth girls lap.

"How the hell..." Stu mutter. Tatum smacked his arm, "Shut up I finally found him someone!". You gave Tatum a look, "I'm just being nice.".

"Well I'm tired too..." Stu faked yawn, Tatum hit him again. Your hand went down to gently mess with Randy's hair. He kept his eyes closed scared to open them. He focused on your hand going through his hair. Dozing off pretty quickly due to the wave of comfort.

Randy watched you restock the movies while he dealt with customers. He looked even closer when you bent down to grab something. His Adam apple would bob up and down from him swallowing.

"Excuse me?!" A teenage girl fussed.

"What?" Randy dead panning over to her. She scoffed, "The movie didn't work.". She handed him the tape, "Well We're you Clueless on how to fix the tape?-". He said referencing the movie, she just stared at him. He sighed grabbing a pencil to fix the tape.

"There." He gave it back.

"Randy, I restocked all the tapes." You smiled. Randy looked over at you, "I also found this!" You slide Childs Play across the counter. Randy took and smiled, "I'll check it out for you.".

"Good. Because you're gonna learn to love it." You walked away from the counter to help a customer. Randy slid it into his bag for tomorrow night. He smiled to himself due to his luck lately.

Randy rang Stus doorbell nervously messing with his jacket. Stu answered the door, "Finally! Took you long enough. Randal's here!" Stu shouted. Randy walked in making his way to the living room. You heard your laugh from the living room. His heart rate sped up as he walked in. Tatum sat beside you telling a joke as you laughed. You looked over at Randy, "Randy! Did you bring the movie?!". He held up Childs play with a small smile.

"Awesome! Imma go get a beer wanna come?" You tapped Tatum's arm. She nodded, "Get me one, please." Billy grabbed your arm stopping you. You nodded, walking away with Tatum. Randy sat on the couch putting the tape on the coffee table.

"How was work, Randy?" Sidney asked. He glanced over, "It was fine, just the normal dumbasses telling me how Forest Gump is a comedy.". Sidney shook her head with a smile. You walked back laughing with Tatum. You placed beer bottles on the table taking one. You sat by Randy opening the bottle.

"Can we watch the movie?" You ask looking over at Stu. He huffed, "Come on let's play a game or something!".

"What are you five?" Billy said glaring at him. Stu huffed again, "Just trying to be a good host."

"you're a great host, Stu. But imma put the movie in." You smiled getting up putting the tape in. You went back to sit by Randy, "Get ready for your mind to be blown.". He looked over at you, "Uh-huh, sure.".

"STOP TALKING IN THE FRONT!" Stu fussed. Tatum hit his arm, "Seriously Stu?". He smiled, "My bad.".

Your arm rested on the back of the couch causing your body to be turned towards Randy. He glanced over at you, "What?" You whispered. He shook his head, "Just questioning the plot.". You rolled your eyes, "It's smart. He doesn't more much in the beginning because he's slowly becoming more human.". Randy nodded watching the movie, during the killing scene you didn't jump like he hoped. You sat still watching the movie, he looked back at you. You glanced at him, "Yes?" You asked with a smile.

"Ooo" Stu cooed, Randy glared at him. You turned around, "What?" You asked clueless.

"Honey, he likes you." Tatum whispered loudly. Your face went red and you looked at Randy. His face was also red, he got up storming upstairs.

"Aw! Man up Randy!" Stu yelled. You sat there looking over at Tatum, "Should I..?". Tatum nodded, you went upstairs searching for Randy. He was whispering to himself in the near bathroom.

"Randy?" You knocked on the door. He opened it, "What?-".

"Just checking on you." You said softly. He looked down, "I'm fine.".

"Listen. I.. I think you're cute and all. But we just met.. but I'd like to get to know you more.." you smiled. Randy glanced over, you smiled, "Don't stress yourself out." You kissed his cheek going downstairs. He stood there shocked, he wasn't rejected yet accepted. He went downstairs, Stu cheered, "Yeah! The man's back in!!". You gave Stu a look, Stu stopped immediately.

Randy sat back down beside you, you hand rested on top of his lightly. Randy relaxed into the couch, he seemed to get tired slowly dozing off. You woke him up with a small flick.

"You're about to miss the cool parts.." you whispered. He looked over at the TV to Chucky hiding a voodoo doll.

"What's happening?" Randy asked, he knew what was happening he just wanted you to keep talking.

"So Charles Lee Ray used Voodoo to get inside the doll. Asked him to get out of the body, he said no cause he used it for evil. It's a shame people see other cultures as evil because of people like Chucky..." You whispered. Your breath hitting his ear softly, Randy nodded.

Once the movie ended almost everyone was asleep. Randy was determined to stay up with you. You sat up taking a sip of your beer.

"Do you need a ride home?" Randy muttered. You shook your head, "It's like a 10 minute walk to my house from here. Do you guys usually pass out here?" You asked looking at Tatum laying in Stus lap.

"Yeah, pretty much. Sidney doesn't like being home neither does Billy. Tatum enjoys being around people all the time. Stus parents are always gone.."

"And you?"

"Heh... I'm just desperate for friends." Randy took a sip of his beer. You gave him a sad look, "Wow.. I never really had friends either. Due to my.. scary wardrobe." You laughed softly.

"I think it's cool." Randy smiled. You smiled back, "Thanks. I should head home, bye Randy.".

"Bye." He smiled, you gave him a small peck on the cheek before leaving.

Ever since Saturday you've become closer to the friend group. You would get invited to hang outs and shopping at the mall.

Randy would notice you flirting with him more often. Sometimes you'd brush by him closely with a shy smile. He didn't mind, he'd sometimes hold your hand walking to class. You'd apologize for being so shy when he'd show affection. He'd laugh and tell you he found it cute.

But the more he hung out with you the stranger you'd act.

Randy would call at night when he couldn't sleep and you always answered. You explained your bad insomnia habits. When he mentioned hanging out at your house you'd panic and say it's messy. Your skin would start to get red from the sun. Whenever he asked about it you would shake your head saying it's genetic.

He knew something was wrong.

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skepticbeliever-bookclub · 1 year ago

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Hiii shippers & readers!

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Shane’s always been prey.

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bean5prouts · 9 months ago

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🎶 👽 👗 for Yder please :3

hehe ok!!!! :D thanks for the ask anon!

🎶 A headcanon about music i think that yder doesn't play any instruments and he cannot sing very well but he does have an ear for music, ya know?? idk i think that he would have a good taste in music but can't for the life of him recreate it. he doesn't like to sing because he knows it's a bit hard for him to keep a tune. is this anything

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs i don't know if this counts as a weird quirk, and this is also something that literally just came into my head, but i feel like yder would be weirdly really good at counting things/estimating the amount of things. like you could hand him a jar of beans and he'd give a number that is so scary accurate to the actual amount. my guy can win carnival raffle prizes so easy

👗 A headcanon about their clothes i think that yder would dress very casually always. like in a modern au setting he would dress in nothing but button down t-shirts and cargo shorts. i'm projecting my fashion sense onto him. congrats yder you are a middle aged dad

#asks #ask game #beans.txt

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conflictandscotchblog · 2 years ago

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If You Giggle at ‘Uranus’, Read On...

Author’s Note: This is not a spoiler alert, this is more like ‘if you don’t like what I say next, do not read further.’

I want to emphasis, the following is childish, immature, and equates to the lowest form of comedy, and the jokes are about word-play and euphemism about body parts.

Here’s something everyone knows – men will always be twelve-year-old boys when it comes to stupid humor. Below are two examples, one long, and one quick and to the point.

What follows is an actual conversation between a friend of mine, who was going through a divorce, and myself in a car ride back from somewhere in New Jersey.

For context, his soon-to-be-ex-wife at the time lived in Bangor, Pennsylvania.

Friend: I have to go see (insert his ex-wife’s name here) and I need to get to Bangor by four.

Me: (surprised) What?

Friend: I have to go down to Bangor by four.

Me: (perplexed) What happens if you don’t get to Bangor by four?

Friend: Well, then my father goes down to Bangor…

Me: (slight pause) Wow, you have a very generous divorce…

If you giggle when anyone says “Uranus” keep reading…

One more caveat about this piece: it may all come down to ‘well, you had to be there’.

But, if you keep reading, that's on you.

Love trivia, always have, especially movie and television. It’s the benefit of having watched every old movie, and television rerun, in my lifetime. Of course, there is no real benefit to having this knowledge, except for bar trivia contests.

Fortunately for me, I’m part of a group that attends one such bar contest every Monday night. Not to brag, but we are pretty good at it and, of the three games each Monday, we win at least one and place in another.

It helps that between the five (sometimes six) of us, we have over three-hundred-years of collective knowledge.

We have a reserved booth, right off one end of the bar by the entrance. Some nights, depending who sits near that section of the bar, we have an interesting night.

Like the night a drunk shouted out each answer so the entire bar knew how smart it was. When I asked him to stop, his wife (I assumed) took five minutes (she was drunk) to extradite herself from the bar stool to apologize for her husband’s actions as he had too much to drink (truly a match made in heaven).

Or the time an older gentleman (The Professor, as I call him), a know-it-all who spoke non-stop to a young man and woman as he explained to them every question during the game. God bless this couple, all they wanted who to do was stop in for a drink and not learn the history of the world, one question at a time.

Then there was last week.

Two older women sat at the corner of the bar. I mean no disrespect when I say ‘older’ because I’m ‘older’, just trying to set the stage.

Between the second and third game, raffle tickets were distributed to each team, one to each member. There is a raffle and gifts are distributed. On this particular night, one of those ‘older’ women at the bar won a prize. It was nice, a fire pit packaged in a box, a box about three feet by three feet.

It was a nice prize for these raffles, normally the gifts were t-shirts or key chains or anything found in the bar’s storage room, so this prize was unusual.

Put that knowledge in your pocket, you will need it later.

The final game was played, and we won. When it was over, most people begin to leave. The older woman at the bar, the one who won the fire pit, gets off her bar stool and laments to the general crowd, “We didn’t win any games tonight.”

That’s when one of my friends at our table, with all the sincerity in the world to boast this woman’s spirits since her team didn’t win any games, shouted out for all to hear:

“Well,” he said, “at least you have a nice box.”

As the words left his mouth, he realized the double entendre he released into the air.

The rest of us at the table froze, and didn’t know where to look. With my back to the woman, my head dropped forward as I smothered my laugh.

I don’t think the woman heard, but I didn’t stick around to find out. Usually, when the game ends, I’m the first one out the door (long ride home).

That didn’t help, though.

I laughed on my ride home, and the next morning, and randomly throughout the next few days. Hell, I’m smiling while I write this. Also, whenever the word ‘box’ pops up in casual conversation now, I need to look away.

All in all, it was an interesting night.

It was good to be twelve-years-old again.

#bar #trivia #box #humor

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thetshirtlady · 2 years ago

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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Lucky in Love

Pairing: poly!Dream Team x gn!reader

Summary: [Soulmate!AU] It’s one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from it’s original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3

You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.

You were going to be late.

Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.

Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.

Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...

You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.

3... 2... 1...

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.

The Dream Team.

“Hey, guys!” Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. “How are you all doing?”

A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldn’t tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldn’t help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.

“Good,” you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldn’t hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldn’t know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.

After a brief pause, Dream’s voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. “Good? I hope the answer is good.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasn’t dumb luck—that maybe it actually meant something.

Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.

Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasn’t like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universe—it was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they weren’t just some old lover’s tale.

But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldn’t count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.

“You’ll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,” she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. “When you first touch, it feels like... like you’ve been struck by lightning, and you’ll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and you’ll just—you’ll feel it right here.” She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. “It’s... it’s magical, and you’ll never forget that feeling—not for the rest of your life.”

The smile that would tug on your mother’s lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.

Maybe—just maybe—they might be your soulmates.

Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.

But as you watched Sapnap’s lean a little closer to his camera and listened to George’s breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.

Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.

Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. “Oh, wow, we’re pulling... holy crap—over seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.” You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. “Everyone sounds so excited in chat, too.”

George’s eyebrow quirked. “I mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of fun—who wouldn’t want to be a part of them?”

Sapnap’s face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. “Ooh, you sure sound cocky, George.”

George blinked once, then scowled. “Wha—shut up, it’s true! Why else would there be so many people here?”

A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnap’s gaze. “To see your pretty face, maybe.”

George’s frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. “Sapnap, you—”

“Look, look,” he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, “even chat agrees!” His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. “You’re not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?”

You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across George’s cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. “W-Well, I��”

“Boys, boys,” Dream suddenly cut in, George’s words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyone’s dying to know who won.”

George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “You know what, Dream’s right. Let’s move on.”

Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. “You just can’t handle the truth.”

George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. “We are not starting this, again.”

Sapnap smiled, but didn’t get to speak before Dream cut him off. “You’re right,” he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, “we’re not, because I’ve got the results, right here.”

You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.

Everybody had an equal chance of winning—you knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didn’t take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.

“And,” Dream began, dramatic and slow, “our winner is...”

You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

“...shirt number 267815!”

You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.

It couldn’t be.

All of a sudden, Dream’s voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.

“Oh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.

I... won?

You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This can’t be real.

George’s gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. “Congratulations, [Y/N]!” He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. “I hope I’m saying that, right. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. “Knowing George, he’s probably wrong.”

Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across George’s face before Dream took over again. “Ignore them—they’re being dumb.” Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, “Anyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! We’re looking forward to meeting you. We’ll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.”

You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. “We’ll be ending the stream now,” Dream continued, “but thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. “[Y/N],” he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, “we’ll see you soon.”

As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.

You were right—you looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.

Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.

Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lips—wider than any grin you had ever smiled before.

Maybe you were luckier than you thought.

Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.

Breathe, [Y/N]. You’re only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. It’ll be easy.

You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not fooling anyone.

A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. “C’mon,” you whispered to yourself. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okay—calm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Let’s do this.

Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.

“Hi! Hello!”

You jumped at that sound of Dream’s voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. “H-Hi, there,” you said as calmly as you could muster.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! I’m Dream.” There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, “Did I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.”

Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. “Yes, you got it right.”

You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. “Perfect.”

A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dream’s. “Don’t steal the spotlight already, Dream,” Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. “There’s three of us, not just you.” Ignoring Dream’s quiet apology, he quickly moved on. “I’m Sapnap—it’s great to have you here.”

“And I’m George,” another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.

Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. My name’s [Y/N], but you already know who I am, don’t you?”

“Well,” George said, drawing out the vowel, “we may know a few things about you, but we don’t really know who you are—that’s something we want to hear from you.”

Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. “Yeah, like, what’s your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what about—”

“Woah, woah,” Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, “one thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. “It’s okay!” you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. “Although I don’t know if I can answer those questions.”

George let out a confused noise. “No? Why not?”

You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. “Like for my favourite flower, I think they’re all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.” You chuckled. “I’m too indecisive to pick just one.”

“But who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?” Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. “It’s definitely me, right? Come on.”

“Hey,” George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, “no flirting yet! We only just met!”

There was a brief second of silence. “I mean, isn’t that technically the best time to start flirting?”

“Sapnap.”

“Fine,” Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Friends first, flirting later.” You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “Carry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.”

Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. “I’m telling you,” you sighed after a long moment, “I really don’t think I can pick. As a matter of fact,” you pointed out, raising a finger. “I don’t even know what one of you looks like.”

Now, it was Dream’s turn to speak up. “Then, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesn’t just have to be about looks.”

You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general…?

How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.

“This question is impossible,” you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t,” Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. “Either way, it’s cute to hear you struggle.”

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. “Hey, what did we say about no flirting?”

Another beat of silence. “Killjoy.”

“Okay, moving on from that,” George said, quickly diverting topics, “how are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?”

You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. “Yes,” you admitted, “but I’m also very, very nervous.”

“Nervous?” Dream repeated slowly.

“Nervous,” you said again, “but a good kind of nervous.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Actually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when you’re around each other, and I’m just...” You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. “I’m just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.”

Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. “Sorry,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “That—that probably sounds really dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, “not at all.”

“Yeah,” George added with a joyful hum. “I dunno about those two, but I’m also excited to play with you, [Y/N].”

Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know about us? Of course we’re excited! [Y/N] is great!”

You nearly fell out of your chair. “H-Huh?”

Dream’s voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. “We might have only known each other for a little while, but I’m telling you, we’re beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, a thousand percent,” George said straight-facedly into his mic. “I’d trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.”

Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. “George, what?! How could you say that?”

Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. “Thank you,” you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. “I hope I don’t let you guys down.”

Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same time—each one sounding more honest than the last.

“You could never.”

You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dream’s avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.

Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.

It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.

Sapnap’s voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, “After him!”

He didn’t need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at George’s backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.

You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.

“Look!” you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. “He’s on the right—on top of the trees!”

Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. “What is he,” George grumbled under his breath, “a monkey?”

You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didn’t stop chasing after Dream’s running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.

“I hit him off!” you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. “He’s on the ground.”

“Nice one, [Y/N]!” Sapnap chuckled with delight. “Now, don’t let him get away!”

The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.

You had no plans of letting him escape.

You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.

You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?

Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levels—you would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.

You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.

Luckily for you, you had forty-three.

Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.

“I have no idea how you came up with this,” George said earnestly, his character facing yours, “but I love it.”

You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. “I just got really, really lucky.”

Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it work—almost ridiculously quickly.

Swallowing, you opened your mouth. “Do you guys think we can really pull this thing off?”

Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. “Oh, I know we can.”

Letting Sapnap’s confidence run through you, you held down your mouse’s right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. “Just what are you guys up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.

While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnap’s sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, “So much for asking.”

Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.

A glimpse of green.

Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dream’s avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didn’t have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.

This was the perfect chance, and you weren’t going to waste it worrying.

Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.

For a second, all was still.

Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dream’s avatar twitched from your attack. One.

He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.

By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.

With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.

Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.

Dream’s yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. “What the heck?!” he cried, shock filling his every word. “[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?”

Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. “[Y/N], you did it!” Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. “You—you just—holy crap!”

“I was so stressed,” you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

“You were awesome, so awesome,” George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dream’s tired laugh filled your ears.

“Congratulations, [Y/N],” he murmured fondly. “You won.”

Just a week and a half later, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.

[y/n] was so funny omg

They made this manhunt feel so much more special

Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!

please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE

[Y/N] SUPREMACY

With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didn’t expect people to respond so positively to the video—to you.

You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey did you read the comments

[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!

[Y/N]: i wasn’t expecting it

George: You weren’t?

You furrowed your brows, reading George’s question twice before typing once again.

[Y/N]: of course not??? i’m just some person

[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team

George: Don’t put yourself down like that

Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you

Dream: well then

Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?

You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?

You didn’t even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.

[Y/N]: i would love to

Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.

It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each other’s buttons like you had known each other their whole lives—maybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of you—one that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.

It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missing—like there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.

Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. “How was I supposed to know that that was Russia?”

The sheer amount of shock in George’s voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. “There was Russian on the sign!” you managed between breaths. “It was so obvious!”

He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. “You can’t just expect me to be able to read Russian!”

You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. “You act as if you don’t know how to say a few things in Russian.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Sapnap whistled. “Touché, [Y/N]. You’ve got him there.”

While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. “You should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. You’re way better at this than George.”

“This is bullying,” came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.

“It’s the truth,” you corrected with a cheeky grin. “You cannot deny that.”

There came a snort, followed by Sapnap’s gentle laugh. “Look at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.”

You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. “You know you guys love it.”

“We do.” Clay’s voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. “We really, really do.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. “We… you would call us close to you, right?”

You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. “Do you even have to ask? We’ve been friends for months—of course we are!”

You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clay’s end, his icon flashing green. “Are—” He coughed. “Does that mean we’re close enough to ask you a… somewhat private question?”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. “Go for it,” you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldn’t just avoid the topic.

Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. “N-No,” you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. “I, um, I haven’t. Have any of you?”

There was a pause. “No, none of us.”

You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. “I’m sure you guys have nothing to worry about,” you murmured almost hazily. “There are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.” You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. “Heck, there’s probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.”

On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. “What about you?” Clay suddenly asked.

You blinked, your palm going slack. “Me?”

“You,” Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. “If you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. “Happy,” you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, so happy. I—”

You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.

“What—” George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. “Which one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?”

With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. “Are you asking me who I like most?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.

Who... I like most?

Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.

To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to them—had only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldn’t miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didn’t want to imagine having them any other way.

George, Sapnap, and Dream.

Who did you like most?

You swallowed, then opened your mouth. “I,” you choked out, “I don’t—I wouldn’t—”

You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.

“I don’t think I could ever pick just one of you.”

The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.

“Maybe this is a sudden thing to say,” Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, “but I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].”

You felt your arms go limp around your legs. “Me, too,” George added, thoughtful and faint. “I bet you’re beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. “I—um,” you began shakily, “you’ll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.”

Clay’s soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. “Alright.”

You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. “W-Well,” you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, “on that note, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now.” You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” George murmured tenderly. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. “Goodnight!”

Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldn’t shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomach—twisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.

Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked them—all three of them.

And it was going to be the end of you.

Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were online—even more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they weren’t fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds weren’t exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first you’d know to have one.

You suddenly felt it—that familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.

Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasn’t zero already.

This wasn’t like the manhunt raffle—lady luck could only be so generous.

Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.

Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.

“Do not leave the call.”

Clay’s chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. “Aww,” he crooned, teasing and light, “are you jealous, Georgie?”

“N-No, what?” George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. “Just—just don’t hang up.”

“I’m telling you,” Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clay’s, “he’s jealous.” You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. “Or at least if he isn’t, [Y/N] is.”

At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnap’s Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. “Well, [Y/N]?” Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. “What do you have to say about that?”

You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. “I—I am!” you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I am jealous, okay? It’s... it’s just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.”

There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. “We know, sweetheart,” he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. “But you’ll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.”

You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so sad,” Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. “As soon as we can get you two over here, we will.”

You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didn’t even care if you were all soulmates at this point—you just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?

“I see him!” Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. “Oh, Sapnap.”

“Oh, Dream,” Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. “Holy crap, you’re way taller than I expected.”

You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnap’s voice, hearing George laugh along with you. “Jeez,” Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnap’s phone. “It’s so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my go—”

All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnap’s end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.

“Sapnap?” George called, his tone soaked with worry. “Clay? Are you two alright?”

There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. “You’re—Clay’s my—”

Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.

“Soulmates,” you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. “You two are soulmates, aren’t you?”

George fell silent. “I think so,” Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life—it definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...” He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. “Yeah.”

Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldn’t have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. “How did we not know after all these years?” Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.

“We’ve never met in person up until now,” Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. “This is the first time we’ve ever seen each other, let alone touched.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.

Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.

Only Clay and Sapnap.

“I’m happy for you two!” George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipper—too chipper. “I wish—” He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. “I wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.”

“Who knows?” Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldn’t mask how crestfallen he sounded. “Maybe [Y/N] is yours.”

“Yeah,” Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmate’s. “You hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.”

Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly felt—if it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.

Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.

“Maybe.”

A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.

It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in an airport like this.

To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.

You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. “Hi, George.”

“Hey!” he greeted with a cheerful tone. “Did you get here safely?”

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. “Yep.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. “Nervous,” you said after a moment or two, “but a good kind of nervous.”

“A good kind of nervous?” he repeated with a fond tone. “I think I know the word you’re looking for.”

Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. “Yes, George, I’m excited.”

The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind drowning in the sound. “Me, too.” As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, “You know where to meet us, right?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.”

George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. “Oh, I know they are. I’ll see you there?”

You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. “For sure. See you there!”

Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.

How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You weren’t sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldn’t ever truly be yours. It wasn’t that you didn’t like George, but you meant what you said—you couldn’t pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.

Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you weren’t going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.

Not even heartbreak.

Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. George’s gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.

After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.

There they were.

In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clay—oh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each other’s faces, but you didn’t have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.

Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come later—right now, it was time for a surprise.

Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.

“Sapnap was right. You are tall.”

The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.

“[Y/N],” they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.

You laughed. “Here I a—”

“We were right, too,” Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “I—ah, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “You look good too, Clay.”

Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. “So, we finally meet,” he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. “Does this mean I get to hug you, now?”

You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.

Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnap’s shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.

Impossible—it had to be.

“Sap,” you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, “you—”

“George, Clay,” he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, “get over here. Right now.”

The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as George’s expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.

“It’s not just us,” you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. “It’s George, too.”

George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. “That just means...”

All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnap’s, then George’s. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnap’s, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clay’s, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.

In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.

The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.

God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.

At your side, Sapnap’s hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. “I can’t believe it.”

“A four-way soulmate bond,” George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. “I—I never thought we’d have one. I mean, I always hoped but—”

Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “W-Woah, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clay’s hand to press your palm against your eye. “N-Nothing’s wrong,” you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. “I’m just—I’m so happy.” A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because you’re all so important to me, and I couldn’t just give you guys up like that.”

“[Y/N],” Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, “stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.”

Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. “Just—just cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. “It looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?” Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Yeah,” George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. “First the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?”

You smiled, rubbing your head against Clay’s shoulder with a loving hum. “I don’t know what the universe was thinking,” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, “but I’m glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.”

You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. “I love you,” someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.

All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each other’s arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.

“I love you all, too.”

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 15]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, softdom!seungcheol, blowjob, cum swallowing, restraints/blindfold, daddy!kink, dirty talk, v little hair pulling, orgasm control, squirting, sex toys 😗💕 hope y’all are having a good weekend! As you can see, with this chapter comes the decided amount of chapters 😭 which means! cherry bomb ends on jan. 1st! 😭😭😭 I’m sad about it but!! excited to start the new year with some new projects too!! and I promise it won't be the last of this au either (I'll upload and talk abt a new schedule when it gets closer to time)💕💕 Thank you, as always, for your support with Cherry Bomb and I’m glad some of us have had pavlovian responses when we hear the term now LOOOL😩💕 Enjoy ch15 and have a great weekend! see u tomorrow for the last intro post! 💕🍒

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Seungcheol takes it as a blessing that he doesn’t work on the weekends.

You do your camshow on Friday and upload prerecorded content on Saturday which leaves two whole days of relaxation that the two of you enjoy.

But Monday comes quicker than you anticipate and Seungcheol drops you off to work before he heads back to the roller rink; ignoring the multitudes of texts it seems Jeongguk is sending.

I’ll be at work in 30 minutes, he thinks.

“I’ll be back to pick you up after work, baby!”

You nod back, blowing Seungcheol a kiss through the window before you turn to leave.

Seungcheol’s phone rings 3 more times, brows furrowed.

‘It can wait.’

“Hyung, we’re in trouble… Maybe?”

Jeongguk’s big puppy eyes stare back at the older male and he can already feel the blood draining from his face at the potential reasons that the younger male would even say that. “Um… is---is this pertaining to why you tried calling like 14 times?” Jeongguk nods, tugging on Seungcheol’s shirt and pulling him in closer.

“Before you say anything… Namjoon-hyung didn’t find out, did he?”

“Find out about what?”

“That I… cam… I don’t want to get fired because I--”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Listen, I’m gonna be real, I don’t think he cares. The problem is… remember that dude that came in? A couple weeks ago. Lookin’ for a job.”

Seungcheol nods slowly; trying to remember the male’s name. “Seok--something, right?” Jeongguk nods.

“Apparently, he came back, and at the right time too. Namjoon hired his ass on the spot and he starts tomorrow. I heard from Seokjin.” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he stares and waits for Jeongguk to continue. “... And? How is that trouble for us?”

Jeongguk lets out an over dramatic sigh, hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Nevermind, I forgot you’re making bank on those videos. I was gonna say, we might get a pay cut! Or maybe Joon-hyung’s trying to replace us but I guess that’s not a ‘you’ problem.”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, shaking his head before patting Jeongguk’s hands.

“You’ll be okay. I don’t think anyone is coming for your concession stand job.”

The next day when Seungcheol makes it to work, he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his gut.

Much like the time when he first met Jun, there’s an indescribable feeling bubbling up in his body that he can’t seem to shake off once he arrives at the roller rink and the sight of Jeongguk with the new employee doesn’t help to settle the feeling at all.

Just before he can make his escape, the younger male waves him over; a cheery smile plastered on his face when Seungcheol starts walking over.

“Hyung! It’s the new employee!”

So much for panicking about being replaced, Jeongguk.

Seungcheol smiles at the other male, introducing himself swiftly before extending a hand to shake. “Ah! I remember you! I’m Seokmin! I’m the same age as Jeongguk!” Seungcheol’s lips part as he nods in understanding; that had been why Jeongguk seemed so okay with it all of a sudden.

Seokmin’s eyes form crescents when he smiles and Seungcheol takes a second to do a once over of the other male; noting the pins tacked to his denim jacket. His eyes hone in on a specific one, narrowing once he realized what it was.

It’d been a while ago now, but when you’d hit 5k subscribers to your camming channel, you had made only three of the same pin, which you had raffled and only gave to three winners.

By nature, Seungcheol was one of them, and the other two were ‘xcaliburDK’ and ‘gentleman_josh95’. Seungcheol could deduce from usernames alone that this wasn’t ‘Josh’ so it only left one option left; albeit Seokmin didn’t add up to the username either.

“Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? You’re spacing out.” Jeongguk waves a hand in the elder’s face as Seungcheol shakes himself from his thoughts.

He’d just have to figure it out later.

Although, he can already feel the groan spilling from his lips.

Why was everyone popping up now?

When he picks you up from work, later that afternoon, he can already tell something is off about you too.

You slink into the passenger’s seat of his car, quiet and a little jittery. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He comments, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.

“Yeah it’s just… Can we talk about it when we get home? I think I’m still recovering from the weird experience I had earlier.”

Nodding, Seungcheol reaches over, placing his palm in yours in a means of comforting you; even just a little.

“Guess we both have had weird days, huh?”

You can’t thank Seungcheol enough for how patient he is.

He doesn’t say a word in the car and lets you have your quiet, cool down time before you get home.

But when the lock slides into place and you finally plop down onto the bed, you know it’s finally time to have the talk that you knew was brewing.

“I met another one of my regulars at the diner today.” You mumble; beating Seungcheol to the punch of him asking.

“Weird, I think I ran into one of your regulars at the roller rink today too. He works there now, by the way.”

The two of you share an awkward laugh as Seungcheol lays down next to you; neither of you bothering to change out of your outside clothes as you bask in the oddly similar occurrences. “Wouldn’t happen to be ‘universe_WZ’ would it? He came by the diner earlier, ‘just passing through town’ he said. It was so weird though, y’know? Him and Jun kinda got along ‘cause apparently they’re born in the same year.” You smile at the memory, despite how odd it was at first. “He was quiet and Jun is very much not. I think he bailed earlier than he wanted ‘cause his ear was getting talked off. But he asked me for an autograph on the way out and some old lady stared at me. It was just… a little weird.”

Seungcheol laughs; somewhat glad that your experience hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting.

“How ‘bout you, ‘Cheol? What was that about him working with you?”

The male groans, sliding a hand down his features. “It was… somethin’ else.” You turn on your side to face him, raising a brow.

“Couldn’t be that bad, could it?”

Seungcheol laughs, but only in the way he knows that the next words out of his mouth will sound ridiculous, even to you.

“I’m not going to say who it is because I don’t want you to be extra weirded out. He’s an okay guy, very diligent about his work. But let’s just say I caught a glimpse of his wallpaper, which was you by the way. And when I asked him, ‘hey, is that your girlfriend?’, the fucker lied and said yes!”

It takes a second before you’re letting out a boisterous laugh; tears springing to your eyes at the hilarious encounter Seungcheol had experienced.

“You’re not mad!?” He comments, eyes wide as saucers as he watches you curl up in laughter. “I thought you’d be mad!” You wipe a tear from your eye, catching your breath before you turn back to Seungcheol who watches you in confusion.

“No way, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! And let’s be real, probably not the first time someone’s lied about me being their girlfriend, right? But I--he doesn’t know, does he? That you’re… y’know, ‘dom.cheol’?” Seungcheol blushes, cheeks blooming a pale pink when he thinks about it.

Would his voice be enough to give it away?

“I don’t… know? He didn’t say anything but neither did I, honestly. It was just… weird. And now I work with him so that’ll be fun. Can’t wait for him to tell me how cute his girlfriend is.” He grumbles.

“Awww, is widdol Swungcheol jealous?” You blink cutely back at him; a teasing smirk on your lips when you see him narrowing his eyes back at you.

“Watch it, brat. You know I can punish you at any time, right?”

“Try me, then~”

Seungcheol mentally logs into his brain and waits until your Wednesday show before he makes a move.

He brings his favorite silk ties from his closet and places them on the bed while you get changed; a sly smirk on his face.

“‘Okay, ‘Cheol I’m--whoa.” You bite your lip when you step out and see the array of ties and the vibrator already sitting on the bed. “Um… I take it that these are part of the show tonight?” You end with a shy giggle; body already warm at the way Seungcheol looks at you.

“Mmhmm. For the ‘lil jealous comment you made. What was it that you said? ‘Try me, then’?” He grins in a way that you know you’re screwed and you saunter up to him in hopes of maybe pacifying him a little.

“Too late to say that I take it back?”

“Waaaay too late, baby. Now, let’s get started.”

chwenon has donated $50

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: she’s so pretty with her hands tied behind her back like that

angelhan: shibari next time???

universe_WZ: she’d be so pretty all tied up

universe_WZ: rly nice seeing u btw ;)

therealchan99: where tf are all of u seeing her!?!?? I need to go out more im lackin bro

alphagyu97: its the way u walk into every set up for me

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, reading the comments with his hand tangled in your hair and your arms tied behind your back as you work your mouth up and down on his cock.

Before the show had even started, he had quickly rearranged the setup so that the camera was angled down towards the space in front of the bed instead of where it usually faced which was on top of the bed. You were a little confused at first when he had nodded and told you to start your camshow from the rug placed underneath you but it soon made sense when he had tied your arms behind your back and made you suck him off with your knees digging into the rug and a silk tie tied into a bow around your eyes to prevent you from seeing.

“Shibari, huh? Ooh, wouldn’t it be a treat for your viewers if you did a show where you were all tied up? I’d have to start it for you, or maybe they’d like to watch the process and see how quickly I can get you to fall apart.” Seungcheol pauses; hips canting up slightly into your mouth as you swallow and gag around him. “We can make it an extra long camshow… Maybe a pay-per-view situation. They can watch you squirm and cum all night long while I keep a vibrator pressed against your clit until your cute body is trembling.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head even if Seungcheol can’t see it and you moan around his cock when you feel him throbbing in your mouth.

The sound of donations and comments is all you can go off of with your back towards the camera and your vision taken away; noting that the viewers must’ve liked the idea.

j__min has donated $150

j__min: popping in to say if u need help buying ropes, i know a guy ;)

alphagyu97: wait is this rly happening

alphagyu97: i’ll clear my schedule gentleman_josh95: yea same

xcaliburDK: i just started a new job i cant have any sick days plz… at least reupload it for me 😭😭

Seungcheol smirks when he reads that particular comment; fingertips massaging your skull when he hears you whining. “I know, baby. You wanna be fucked, huh? It isn’t nice being teased, right? So now you know how I feel~” In a blink of an eye, ‘xcaliburDK’s comment is buried and Seungcheol is thankful that you didn’t see it. He’d just have to keep it a secret for now while he played along and listened to what else Seokmin had to say about his so-called ‘girlfriend’.

You rub your thighs together; already feeling the slickness on them from how wet you already were and how long you’d been teasing and sucking his cock.

“Fuck, I could cum down your pretty ‘lil throat and then make you work for my cock. Drag your punishment out even longer than your viewers would see.” You moan around his cock in response and Seungcheol can only take it as a whiny ‘no’ before he’s pulling you off of him by the hair; soft sputters and coughs spilling from your wet lips as you catch your breath.

“But I think you’ve earned your orgasm, hmm? What do you say, princess?”

Your throat feels hoarse and your body feel obscenely hot at the way Seungcheol doesn’t seem to want to take off your restraints just yet. “Y-yes, daddy I--I want to c-cum… pl--please.”

tangerine_kwan: ahhh shes so cute

tangerine_kwan: petition for baby pink ties next time i think they suit her

sleepy_wonu: if that shibari show is happening, yes

“We’ll talk about it later, although I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it~” You furrow your brows; wondering what Seungcheok was referring to.

You’d ask later.

“D-daddy…?”

Seungcheol tugs you slightly by your hair, urging you up as you slowly stand on shaky legs. You let him take the reins as he unties your arms and repositions you until you’re bent over the edge of the bed; left leg folded atop the bedsheets while your right leg keeps you upright. He keeps your blindfold on but lets you keep your arms loose; which you find out fairly quickly, is for good reason.

The buzzing of the vibrator makes you bite your bottom lip and soon enough, Seungcheol places the toy in your clammy hand.

“You’re gonna slide your hand under your body and keep that vibrator pressed against your clit while I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so. Am I understood, baby?” You feel Seungcheol teasing you as he slides his cock through your soaking folds before circling the tip around your entrance.

“I expect a response when I ask you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y--yes, daddy, I--ah!”

Seungcheol grins as he slides his cock into your tight cunt; watching as you slowly sandwich your arm between your body and the bed sheets to place the vibrator against your clit. You cry out, a mess of sharp whines and jumbled words spilling off your lips with the combination of Seungcheol’s thrusts and the vibrations on your clit.

“Ngh, d--daddy! Fuck me m-more!”

Your other hand digs into the sheets, fingers tight around the fabric as Seungcheol fucks you from behind. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he quickly already has you on the verge of an orgasm despite only having started fucking you, moments prior.

“Don’t cum, princess~” Teasingly, he alternates from quick snaps of his hips that have his cock slamming into your g-spot to slow thrusts that have you remembering every groove and vein of his cock when he pulls out. And when he fucks you like this, it’s easy to forget the camera was even on and that people were watching; if not for the constant pinging of comments and donations that mix in with your moans, Seungcheol’s harsh breaths and the sound of the vibrator against your clit.

hoshi_tiger_xx: hmm but shes obv being punished and we all kno good girls dont get creampies

therealchan99: ur right,,, where should he cum then?

kitty_junjun: my votes on her tits

kitty_junjun has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: maybe all over her back and then post the pics in the private room

xcaliburDK: or raffle them!! I want them

chwenon: ooo cum in her mouth but dont let her swallow

chwenon: then u can raffle those pics or sth

Neither you nor Seungcheol are even paying attention to the comments that fly past on the screen and the only thing Seungcheol even turns slightly for, is to check to make sure he’s still properly out of frame.

He can already feel you tightening up around him and with the vibrator on your clit, he knows for a fact you won’t last much longer before you’re cumming.

“Hmm, princess, I can feel you getting so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum already, huh?”

“D-daddy, I dunno, ah, how--how much longer I can h-hold off…” You mumble; already feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second.

“Be a good girl. I said you earned your orgasm but you need to be patient.” You nod to the best of your ability; head feeling heavy and fuzzy as you try to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. “Y--yes, daddy…” He slows down his thrusts in order to help you a little and the soft praises that fall from his lips have the warmth blooming in your chest.

But it doesn’t last long because despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts, you’re already too close to cumming to stop yourself when you feel the pressure building up too fast.

“Oh, d-daddy, I---I can’t, I---I can’t, I have, ah, to---to c-cum! Fuh--fuck, ‘m s--sorry!”

Seungcheol can’t even manage a word in before he feels his cock being forced out of your pussy and the wetness that squirts all over his cock and lower half. Loud cries and whines are all you can manage in the thrums of pleasure and the grip you have on the vibrator only tightens as you grind against the toy to ride out your high.

Seungcheol takes the time to wrap a hand around his cock as he strokes himself; body turned halfway towards the laptop to see what everyone was saying.

hoshi_tiger_xx: uh ohhh pretty baby came without permission

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

hoshi_tiger_xx: donation for squirting tho

alphagyu97: ugh look at her cute lil hole begging to be filled up

angelhan: bet she’s feeling empty rn huh

Your soft mewls have Seungcheol turning back to face you; eyes trained on your twitching body when the pleasure starts to ebb away and the overstimulation from the vibrator starts to bite. “Daddy… the---the, mmh, toy…”

“You can turn it off, sweetheart.” His tone is clipped and you already know you’re in for it once you manage to find the switch on the silicone toy. You turn it off and slide your hand from underneath you; palms flat against the sheets as you sniffle.

“I--I’m really s-sorry, I--I couldn’t--”

“I want you on your knees again, princess.”

Nodding shakily, you ease your bent leg down as you maneuver yourself onto your knees; hands already searching for Seungcheol before you hear his small ‘ah, ah, ah’s. “Hands behind your back and tongue out, baby.” You follow his orders as you clasp your hands behind your back and diligently open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can.

He brings his cock towards your face, tapping his cock head against your tongue before he starts to jerk himself off over your mouth and face. “I gotta hand it to you, princess. At least you apologized.” Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “But next time though? I won’t even let you have my cock.”

You whimper in return, brows furrowed under the silk tie.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum all over this pretty face.” His grip on his cock tightens and he thrusts into his palm quicker as he chases his high. “Don’t worry. I’ll take pretty pictures of your cum stained face.”

Seungcheol groans as he feels the coil in his body snapping and not a second later do you feel warm rivulets of cum hitting your cheeks and your tongue. Some of it manages to catch on the silk tie as you moan. The donations and comments pour in like water as Seungcheol continues to cover your face in cum and for the umpteeth time, you’re reassured that this was a path that worked out for you.

It was so silly that you’d thought of quitting camming earlier.

Although, you never brought it up to Seungcheol.

In actuality, there were quite a few things that you’d never brought up to Seungcheol.

“Fuck…” He mutters from above you and it’s enough to bring you out of your thoughts as you hold still. Seungcheol takes the hint, using a sticky cum covered hand to reach for his phone to snap pictures of you; he’d just clean it up later.

“Say cheese~” He laughs, taking a couple photos before tossing his phone onto the bed as you draw your tongue back into your mouth and swallow down the warm salty substance that managed to hit your tongue.

Seungcheol helps you up from the floor, pouting when he sees how red your knees have gotten. “Hmm, think I need to take care of my princess after this.” He helps take your blindfold off and you’re quick to blink the fogginess away as you try to focus on Seungcheol’s face before peering over to the laptop’s screen.

Your cheeks burn hot at the cum that still stains your cheeks when you see yourself but the comments that flood in calling you pretty make you giggle.

“Ooookay. I think daddy is gonna get all cleaned up and I’ll wrap up here?” You check in with Seungcheol, who shoots you a nod and a small thumbs up before slinking completely out of the camera’s view.

“Okay guys, now what were you all talking about while I was on my knees?”

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed; tossing on a loose shirt before skipping out of the bathroom.

Seungcheol is cozied up on the sofa, waiting on the food that the two of you had ordered right after you ended your show. “‘Cheollie~” He turns to you as you plop down next to him and he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he tugs you into his side.

“Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm~ A ‘lil sleepy but I can go for that food and then sleep.”

The two of you share a laugh, eyes focused on the movie that plays on the TV. “Say…” You start, “Someone asked a good question in the comments after you stepped out.” You gulp; palms a little clammy.

You just had to know.

“Yeah? Was it about the shibari camshow again?”

“No, actually…” You take a deep breath, telling yourself it’d be okay regardless of what he said.

“Seungcheol, am I your girlfriend?”

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #scoups #seungcheol #svt fic #seventeen fic

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samudesuu · 3 years ago

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"Dim."

Dedicated to Lucy.

It was the day our christmas party would occur. I decided not to wear my dress first because I would be commuting. I wore a black shirt and skirt with white rubber shoes and red socks. I was afraid that I might get lost because I hadn't been there before.

I asked my classmates where I could ride to get there. They say that I should take the jeep on Guadalupe and get off at Market Market. Luckily, I got there safely.

I asked the guard where the Treston Gymnasium is. They pointed it to me and again, surprisingly, I arrived at my destination. I look for a place where I can eat because I haven't eaten anything since I woke up.

I found an expensive looking place and didn't bother about the price because I'm so hungry. When I got inside, I left the place. Why? Because they only serve bread, cookies and cake. I want something with rice. When I got outside, I stumbled with someone I knew from my school.

"Hey, Lucy!"

Jiyoo said.

"Oh, hi!"

I answered.

"Where are you going?"

"We're going to eat first before the party starts. You know how they schedule eating time at parties. We're starving. Wanna come?"

"Yes, please."

We entered the store I entered before. It's the only store opened there. I was surprised when I got to the cashier and saw that the menu included rice meals. My eyes twinkled, and ordered the one with the rice, spam, and egg.

Jiyoo and his friend, Kijo, decided to order an ensaymada and a slice of banana cake. When my order arrived, my friend was glaring at me.

"I'm angry at you. I'm jealous of you. I want that, too."

She said.

"You can have some if you want. Taste it."

I said.

"No, never mind. Don't make me jealous anymore."

She said while smiling.

I ate the spam and egg. Spam is my favorite, and the egg was so fluffy and soft. It's not salty like the usual egg in other restaurants. I felt full. I forced Jiyoo to taste it because I noticed that she was staring at my food. She liked the spam. Haha.

After eating, we decided to go ahead at the party so I could change into my dress. My dress was pink and glittery at the top, with satin-like, kind of see-through texture below. I wore gold with black heels.

"Wow, pink!"

Jiyoo said when she saw me.

I just laughed as a reply.

The party started, then the raffle. I was super disappointed because my name was not called, even once. The prizes were iPhone 7 and a PS4. Golly.

We ate, and then the party ended after six hours. There was an after party and I decided to go with my schoolmates. We decided to walk from here to the new venue but eventually called a cab to take us there. My feet were killing me, for goodness sake. When we arrived, one of my classmates, Ace, said:

"Don't tell them that we took a cab."

And we laughed.

We took a seat and they started pouring drinks. I only asked for coke, but there are no available glasses anymore except the shot glasses.

"Just use this."

Ace said, and we laughed. You may notice that I'm always laughing when I'm with my classmates. I'm lucky to have them.

I was getting kinda bored and my phone was already dead so I asked Sweet, one of my classmates, if she could book a Grab for me. She said okay and when a driver accepted, it said that it would arrive in 3 minutes.

Ace and Sweet went with me to wait for the Grab. When we got outside, we found out that the driver had canceled. Ace decided to just call a cab for me. He was still holding his drink when a cab stopped in front of us.

"Luce, where you headed?"

"San Andres, Manila."

When he said that, the driver said no.

Sweet said:

"You know why they're declining you?"

"Because you're holding a glass with wine."

I replied.

So, I took it. But then, these two love birds thought of a joke. They told me to hold the glass with class and took a photo of me. They sent it to the gc with the caption:

"Lucy ran outside. That's why the glasses are becoming less."

I glared at them. But that doesn't stop there, they told me to hold the glass near me like I don't want to give it back. Again, they sent it to the GC with the caption:

"Luce doesn't want to give it back."

I glared at them again. I don't know why I agree with them to do these nonsense. And then a cab arrived.

Ace told the driver where. He asked me:

"How much does it usually take?"

"About 450."

I answered, and he told the driver.

"You okay with 500?"

He said to me.

"Yep."

I entered the cab.

"You still have the glass with you?"

He asked me while smiling.

"No!"

I said while laughing.

"I gave it to Sweet."

I waved goodbye, and they also did. Some time passed, and I fell asleep at the cab. When I woke up, I realized the cab had stopped, and the driver was nowhere to be found. The place is still familiar, so I decided to just head back. It was already nighttime, and I was walking alone.

A cold breeze blew, and one by one, the streetlights went out. I was afraid, so I ran until I arrived at the party venue. I was confused and bewildered because there was an ambulance, and I saw Sweet crying while Ace was comforting her. I don't know why, but I felt like going upstairs where the party was held.

There are no more people left except for the girl sitting, her head at the table like she was sleeping. Her dress was familiar, so I moved closer to her. I tapped her shoulder, and she woke up. Not looking at me, her back facing me. She slowly turned her head at me. I was scared. We have the same face, but what's different is that she was smiling, wickedly.

"I hope you like it..."

She paused like she was thinking of the right word to say.

"Dim."

And then the lights went out. I screamed.

#dim #horror #one shot story #12222019 #dedicated story #samwrites-stuff #shorts #short stories #sam.writes

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1ddotdhq · 4 years ago

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🍃Wed 18 Nov ‘20💌

The duality of Harry! Today we got snapback and jumper casual Harry promoting Choose Love- a store where you can buy supplies for refugees- but Don't Worry Darling (which filming looks to be starting back up today or tomorrow) he also appears in his Gucci episode today ready to piss off more conservatives with the Looks he's serving! He's wearing a pink and white tucked in jersey, short ripped jean shorts (not quite booty shorts, but definitely not in adherence to any high school dress code), tall socks and loafers (and how much do you think they paid him to not wear his vans?). In the still that Gucci released early today he's got one hip cocked sassily, his hand on the other, and a phone to his ear. He looks like the gay uncle you wish you had posing as an 80s romcom heroine, like seriously straight people on Mars' gaydar is going off, I'm at an actual loss as to how they could have made this picture scream any louder! But never mind the still, let’s talk about the movie! Thus far Gucci Fest has been an exploration of the constructs of gender and sexuality and the expressions of such - how the existence of some people (“monsters”, as the TV pundit says proudly in the first episode) is inherently political, and also beautiful in its dissidence. They've gone for an artsy, surrealist vibe, it's very atomspheric. I have also personally appreciated the language diversity - the first one was in Spanish, and the second one in Italian, and today’s in Italian and English. Today’s episode opens with a crowd of unmasked people crammed in a public place (post office) followed by a shot of the lead character Silvia writing “we breathe the same air”, a bit disconcerting in these times. Anyway, they see a whole cast of characters there, including the advertised 'elegant gentleman', who is chatting with Harry on the phone! He asks Harry (who appears as Harry Styles™) about art, and how one celebrates the joyful differences of humanity within it, and Harry, standing outside in a garden replying on a flip phone with the sun flaring into the camera replies, “I think when it comes to making art, it's about...finding the thing you've always wanted to see, or you've always wanted to listen to, that like has never been made. It's always like an uncomfortable moment, I think, when you find the thing. You know, you don't know if you love it or hate it, because you don't know what it is yet, but i think that's the most exciting place to work in, and that's true for all the fields you mentioned. I think you draw on things you've, you know, kind of experienced in the past because it's your only reference point.” This sounds like something we’ve heard from him (and Louis!) before, but this time it’s DIFFERENT because it’s ARTSY.

Oh, and also! The Crown’s Emma Corrin, who you may remember being introduced oh so casually as Harry's PLATONIC friend (not a weird thing to spell out in headlines at all, nooo) right around the time she got cast in that role, mentioned last night that Harry had dog sat for her dog Spencer one night, but that halfway through dinner she received a text from an alarmed Harry-- “He won't stop farting. Is this normal?" and that was the end of that potentially beautiful platonic relationship (Harry/Spencer that is). Funny how the resurgence of their names together in the media comes right as Harry’s Vogue cover drops and Emma’s tenure as Princess Diana starts - nope, definitely no promo going on there! Jimmy Fallon, who was interviewing her, thought the whole thing was very funny and cosplayed Harry in his Howard Stern outfit - the bright Cobalt Blue sweater, deep green pants, and pearl necklace, and even included the Louis Blue balloon that made it to the cover of Vogue. Bluegreeners, the lot of them!

Liam’s 3rd collaborative Hugo Collection is out today! Liam answered some questions about the it on their instagram stories: he loves the “disheveled” look that Hugo went with for this capsule, he’s loved to learn about sustainability in fashion, his favorite piece is the blue track suit, his favorite collection (so far!) has been #2, or #1? (someone responsible for making this video to promote capsule *#3* is crying but don't worry, he loves “all of them!” They’re “my little design babies”), and his favorite Hugo outfit was a custom red suit. The new designs, as Liam mentions, are more casual than ones that we’ve seen in the past, consisting of a lot of athleisure in au natural shades of taupe and such. If you want to see more of Liam taking about his fashion collection, tune in to Hugo’s YouTube channel this sunday at 6:30 GMT, where Liam and “special guests” will be online for the premiere of “The Style Eye”. What is that? No clue, but let’s all find out together, shall we? And, Liam is also going to be a part of Global’s Make Noise Celebrity Giftmas, donating a personalized video from him. It seems like the winner will be picked in a raffle, and you donate to enter! The proceeds will be going into a COVID relief fund, so it’s all for a good cause, as it always is with Liam!

And Niall's gone public about being in LA: he was papped yesterday wearing blue Nike shorts, a white T shirt with some flower blossoms over the heart and cartoon naked people on the back, and a Modest Golf mask (Harry’s not the only one who does promo in his pap walks!). Modest Management published a piece praising his RAH show, saying “the first words he said to us when he came off stage on Saturday were 'let’s do that again!'. So, possibly.” We look forward to more, especially if it means we get to hear some of the new songs he's working on right now!

#harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #and no one else did anything today haha #but it was a busy one nonetheless #anyways!#song of the day!#Like Real People Do by Hozier #also in case anyone is curious yes the YouTube chat was a mess prior to the premier and i thouroughly enjoy it

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 3 years ago

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Agnes/Estinien. Modern AU? Modern AU. Kindergarten teacher Agnes wins a one-month free trial at Fortemps Gym and Spa with a personal trainer. She’s not too into it...until she meets the trainer.

Oh. Agnes Currai, kindergarten teacher at Summerford Elementary School in Limsa Lominsa, stared at her “prize” for “winning” a raffle to raise funds for new playground equipment. It was a one-month free trial with a personal trainer at Fortemps Gym and Spa, which was located in Ishgard. I’m not exactly the gym type. I’m a very fat kindergarten teacher who loves cats and puppies and baking. Maybe I can give it away!

Once she arrived at her small apartment in the Lavender Beds Building, she texted her two best friends Rena Calab and Serafina Lom to see if either of them wanted the trial membership.

Agnes: Hey you two <3 Didn’t win the super nice baking set ☹ But I did win…a one-month trial with a trainer at Foremps Gym and Spa. Either of you two want it?

Rena: Oh boo I know how you wanted the set, Agi. Don’t want it myself, but Aymeric’s mate Haurchefant’s family owns it and it’s really nice!

Serafina: I’ll pass---Thancred and I have a couples’ membership at Warrior. You should try it, Agi! Who knows it may be something fun! 😊

Agnes nearly spat her tea on her phone. Are they both out of their minds?!

Agnes: You…remember what happened the last time I went to a gym right?

Rena: No?

Serafina: Nope

Agnes: I got nasty looks from everyone in there, and I RAN TO THE BATHROOM AND CRIED FOR A HALF HOUR.

Rena: ;_;

Serafina: Yeahhhhhh that’s not great. But Rena, you said it’s nice right? And Haurchefant is a cool guy. He’d never let a friend of yours and Aymeric’s be harassed or anything at the gym right?

Rena: Nope! He’s got a heart of gold <3 <3 <3 Give it a try! You’re always up for trying new things. And who knows you might meet a hot guy 😉

Agnes blinked several times.

Agnes: No. No. No. No. I’ve sworn off dating. Never again. Not doing it. Plus, gym twats hate fat girls. But…*SIGH* I’ll give it a try only because I love the two of you with all my heart <3

Rena: YAY OMG <3

Serafina: Atta girl Agi <3 When’s the first session?

Agnes: Monday at 6:30. Barf.

Serafina: No barfing that’s not healthy!

Rena: Oh Agi, make sure to tell us all about it and the trainer maybe he’ll be…hot :D

Agnes: kk night love you two <3

Agnes flopped on her bed and sighed. I’ve met Haurchefant a few times, and he does seem very nice! And maybe it won’t be a disaster. Maybe? I hope?

***

Throughout the school day, Agnes was trying desperately to keep a positive attitude as 6:30 drew closer and closer. She realized after her conversation with Rena and Serafina that she, in fact, didn’t own any workout clothes, so Rena met up with her to buy some. Wearing some leggings, a t-shirt with “Shoot for the Stars” on it, socks, sneakers, and her purse, she arrived at Fortemps Gym and Spa and stood at the reception area in awe. It wasn’t like the other gyms Agnes had been to---it was very nice, clean, and didn’t smell like sweat. Very important!

However, the young au’ra woman was decidedly not friendly when she saw Agnes. “How can I help you?” She asked dismissively.

“Erm, I have an appointment…are those what they’re called…at 6:30. I have this.” Agnes handed over the certificate, and the au’ra marked it and checked her computer. Her expression changed, and Agnes grew more worried when an evil grin appeared on her face.

“I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Oh no. Maybe I should just get the fuck out of here before…

“So, you’re my new client, eh?” A deep, rumbling voice stirred Agnes out of her anxious thoughts.

OH NO HE’S HOT! “Hi? Hi! Yes, I’m Agnes Currai…you can call me Agi too. Hi! Sorry, I’m just really nervous. Sorry!” Agnes rambled as she held out her hand.

The elezen man standing in front of Agnes was taller than her by at least four ilms with long white hair tied back in a ponytail, pale blue eyes, and a stern face. “Estinien. Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand, and immediately Agnes noticed that his hand was strong as fuck and so warm oh dear. “Shall we go and figure out a plan for you?”

She let go and followed him as they went to a quieter corner of the gym with some big bouncy balls and weights. He plopped himself on one and took out a pen and notebook. I’m just standing here like an awkward duck. Maybe I should sit on a ball too? Is that okay? Should I ask?

“You can sit down.” Estinien said with a smirk. “You weren’t bloody kidding when you said you were nervous, were you?”

Agnes sat on a ball and nearly fell over. But I adjusted! Quickly! I hope! “Erm, yeah. The last time I was in a gym was several years ago. I got a ton of nasty looks from everyone, so I ran into the bathroom and cried for a half hour. And then I scurried out and cried more when I got home.” She hadn’t noticed that Estinien had stopped writing and stared at her as she spoke. “Oh, um, sorry. I should just stop talking.” I’m humiliating myself! I should just get out while I still can and never ever come back.

Estinien pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “Fucking assholes. They make the work we do so much harder.” Wait what? He’s not angry? Or weirded out? He gave Agnes a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry that happened to you. I can’t promise that all the patrons here won’t be like that, but you can trust me that I will not demean or embarrass you, nor will I scream or yell. That’s not my way. I’m here to help you.” He then chuckled. “My hope is I won’t make you run into the toilet and cry.”

Agnes blinked several times and adjusted her glasses. Is he…for real? Trainers aren’t like this. I’ve seen them on tv! They yell and scream and tell you you’re a fat fuck who doesn’t deserve to live! “I would hope so! In any case, I don’t really have a plan or anything. My friends said to give this a try after I won the certificate in a raffle.”

He made a few notes in his notebook. “That’s fine. I usually use the first session to see where new clients are at anyways. Now, how often do you exercise?”

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. “Does chasing kindergarteners around count?” She joked. Oh dear, he’s not impressed.

“So very little. And your diet? How are you eating?”

Well, at least I have a better answer. “As healthy as I can! Salads with chicken or soups for my lunches. The same for dinner. Or if I go to my mum’s we usually have fish.”

“Sweets?”

Oh fuck. “I do a lot of baking---my mum taught me---but I try not to have anything of what I bake except for tasting purposes. Don’t want to give anyone something awful!”

Estinien grunted as he continued to write in his notebook.

“Ummm so…what now?”

He put his notebook down on the floor and smiled when he caught her glance. “Some stretches first and maybe some light weights. And then I think some walking on a treadmill. Let’s take it easy and go from there. Sound good?”

I…I can trust him. He’s not going to yell at me and call me a “fat ass bitch.” “I do have a question for you, if that’s okay.”

“Go ahead.”

“What makes a person like you qualified to be a trainer other than being super fit? I know some places aren’t picky, and I’m not suggesting you’re not—”

Estinien, to Agnes’s surprise, laughed heartily as he motioned for her to begin some stretches. “That’s a very intelligent question to ask! You’re right---lots of places don’t have their trainers do any education. Just let them loose on poor unsuspecting buggers. I have an advanced degree in Exercise Science and Nutrition from the University of Ishgard. Been a trainer since I graduated.”

Feeling…the…burn…from…stretches… “Oh, that’s wonderful to hear.”

The rest of the hour-long session progressed better than Agnes had ever hoped. Estinien, she noted, while firm, was kind and supportive. He’s so hot. Why is he so hot? I bet he has a skinny ass girlfriend or boyfriend and they work out together and oh my god I need to stop before I fall off this treadmill.

“You doing alright?” Estinien asked as he ran on the treadmill next to her.

“Yup! All good!” Don’t fall off. Don’t fall off. Don’t fall off.

Estinien got off his treadmill and slowed the one Agnes was on. “Easy. Easy, time’s almost up. You did a great job, Agi.” Once the treadmill stopped, Agnes carefully walked off and had some water.

“Thanks. Honestly, I’ve been dreading this all day. I even thought about escaping!” She giggled and then sipped more water. “But it’s been a lot better than I hoped, so…thank you, Estinien.” Agnes gave him a small smile.

“You’re very welcome. And I hope you’ll come back next week.” Did he just grin at me? A genuine grin?

“I, erm, I’m planning on it.” To see you, not do this shit. I hate gyms. Even this one. I’d much rather go for a walk or a swim without…people staring. But also, fuck it, everyone is going to stare anyways. “Have a good night, Estinien. It really was lovely to meet you.” Agnes moved to hug, while Estinien held out his hand. “OH! I’m so sorry! I’m a big hugger. Sorry!”

“It’s okay, Agi. I’ll see you next week. Just call here in case you can’t make it.” He smiled and waved as she walked out. The au’ra receptionist sneered next to him. “What?”

“She’s not coming back, Estinien.”

Estinien smirked at the receptionist. “She will. Bet you a chocolate banana protein shake she will.”

“You’re on. I’ll eat my bloody sports bra if she comes back.”

***

It wasn’t until after 10 that Estinien returned to his apartment in the Foundation. He showered and changed into a t-shirt and shorts and sat on his old couch to watch some television. After a few moments, his phone buzzed.

Aymeric: So, how did it go with Rena’s friend Agi? Rena said she was nervous af so you better have behaved!

Estinien: ofc i behaved. she was very nice. very sweet. very…hot.

Aymeric: O_O

Estinien: she’s got great tits and what an ass

Aymeric: She’s also an amazing person who loves children, teaching, baking, and cute animals.

Estinien: …but t&a Aymeric

Aymeric: you’re an ass

Estinien: ??????

Aymeric: Agi is marvelous so please don’t be an ass to her please please please

Estinien: i won’t i promise. she’s…just so sweet and nice. aymeric?

Aymeric: Yes?

Estinien: do you remember when you said when you met Rena your heart skipped a beat and all that shit?

Aymeric: SIGH yes

Estinien: …i think it did when i met agi today

Aymeric: O_O so ask her out?!

Estinien: you fucking twat i can’t

Aymeric: WHY?!

Estinien: because i don’t date clients. that’s unethical.

Aymeric: so wait a second…you’re telling that YOU are willing to wait for a woman because she’s currently your client

Estinien: yeah

Aymeric: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ESTINIEN VARLINEAU

Estinien: lol this could go a couple of ways---she wants to continue once the trial is over and I tell her how I feel and I can see if X’ruhn or even Haurche could take her on or she hates this and I tell her and we…could go out

Aymeric: holy shit you actually thought this through lol

Estinien: asshole lol

Aymeric: :P so if you ask her out what to do you want to do and DO NOT SAY HER

Estinien: idk coffee shop or a park or something

Aymeric: even if it’s casual you should at least bring her some flowers and/or pay for whatever she wants

Estinien: i’m not an idiot i know to do this

Aymeric: …no comment

Estinien: you’re asshole you know that

Aymeric: and YOU have one-night stands where you buy dinner, fuck, and are gone like you’re going to turn into a fucking vampire when the sun comes up

Estinien: i won’t fuck this up don’t worry. she seems really nice and i…want to get to know her. like for real not just fucking.

Aymeric: SIGH you are going to be the death of me night estinien

Estinien: nighty night lover boi :P

Estinien decided he’d had enough and would go to bed. As he fell asleep, he thought about Agnes and her smile. And her tits. And her ass.

#agnes currai #estinien varlineau #modern au #aymeric de borel #rena calab #serafina lom #wolstinien #these two dorks #estinien has fallen head over heels for her okay #and agi can't believe her luck

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officerjennie · 4 years ago

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A Hopeful Hesitance

CW: None

Rating: T

Summary: Jaskier isn't sure a picnic date with Valdo is the best idea, nor is he sure if he should trust the hope blossoming in his chest - but he wants to believe that, just maybe, this could work.

Thanks once again to @jaskierswolf for looking this over for me

Jaskier still hesitated. Every step of the way, he hesitated, from when he slipped into his cute new sandals to the moment he stepped out of his car with the bottle of wine Valdo had requested he bring. His big blue sunglasses tinted the world a cooler shade but they did nothing for the sweltering heat that wasn’t even on the forecast for that afternoon - no surprise there, really; weatherman were the best and worst of liars - and Jaskier already found himself sweating as he made his way out of the parking lot and towards the park.

It had been a while since he’d been here. A quaint little place, with a nice sized pond that currently had a bunch of ducks and geese floating around in it. Jaskier thought the ducks were cute but steered clear of the geese that had waddled up onto the grass, keeping a massive distance as one eyed him like he was the perfect beating bag for its wings.

Some people called him stupid, which he took exception to despite the occasional questionable decision he made. But Jaskier was far from suicidal. He’d leave it to Lambert to fuck with the geese.

As far as he remembered, they were supposed to meet on the far side of the pond. According to Valdo it would be cooler there - Jaskier had his doubts - and since most people would be there with their kids they’d be at either one of the big gazebos filled with picnic tables or they’d be nearer to the playground and the basketball court that was right next to the park.

Jaskier had his doubts about that as well. He made a face at the pavement as he followed the walking path towards the other side of the park, wondering not for the first time if this was really such a good idea.

They’d been at odds with each other for so long. At each other’s throats during the worst of it. Could they really be anything...more?

He was a romantic but there were some dreams even he was afraid to dream.

Sunlight reflected blindingly off the surface of the pond, Jaskier having to shield his eyes with one hand even despite his sunglasses. He was sweating and he hated it. Even the light shawl he wore over his tank top was almost too much though he would be loath to take it off. Without it he’d be so devoid of color and sometimes fashion was worth the pain.

At least he reached the trees soon enough. The path wove into a nice little cove of maples and pines and shielded him much better than his hand could do, the temperature dropping immediately to something Jaskier could at least stand to be in. It had always been more the sun itself than heat that had bothered him, anyway.

He wasn’t the first to arrive, surprisingly. Jaskier caught sight of a familiar derriere and slowed down, taking a moment to smirk and admire it from afar. His rival turned friend turned...whatever they were now, whatever they would be, was bent over, shaking out a blanket as he tried to straighten it on the ground.

A blanket, right. Jaskier blinked, his smirk fading - Valdo had brought a blanket for them. It was a cute one, too, from what he could see. Red swirling patterns, not some plain, boring old shitty thing he’d expected Valdo to bring. If he’d expected him to bring one at all. The hesitation came back but it was mostly born of not wanting to hope, of being afraid to give that spark any kindling, but Jaskier squashed the hesitation for the moment as he’d done so many times already that day.

One chance wouldn’t kill him. A little bit of hope wouldn’t crush him. And some free food would make just about anything worthwhile.

“Careful, I might take that as an invitation,” Jaskier teased out as he got closer, practically smelling the scowl that immediately scrunched up Valdo’s face at the tease. But Valdo ignored him long enough to straighten out his blanket, straightening up and pushing his bangs out of his face, and he most certainly sent Jaskier one pinched scowl.

It wasn’t one of his really heated ones, though. Over the years Jaskier had learned to read his expressions better than he knew any others, able to tell whenever his jabs hit home, when his teasing was taken lightly or to heart. He knew him better than any lover he’d ever taken in the past, and yet…

And yet they had never been that to each other.

Would they really work like that?

“Good, you brought the wine.” Valdo waved his hand towards the basket he’d brought himself-

-and wasn’t that yet another thing that had Jaskier pausing, blinking, because he’d brought a basket. Valdo was not the type to own a picnic basket, he was sure of it, so did he...buy one? Just for this occasion? Just for a small, little date between former rivals?

“I can remember to bring one item, Valdo.” The retort wasn’t as barbed as it should have been, nor was it all that good. Jaskier breezed past him to settle down on the blanket, hoping to act like he wasn’t all that concerned with their banter - but his heart was fluttering away in his chest, a traitorous rhythm.

“We all know how your memory can get, Julian.”

“And we all know how you never know what on earth to wear- are you wearing long pants in this weather?” Jaskier stared incredulously at the other man as he settled down onto the blanket near him. Very near him. He tried to focus on anything but his hands, those long finger and beautiful wrists, as Valdo brought the basket near and started raffling through the items he’d brought with him. It was an assortment of cheese, crackers, preserves, some salami, and other finger foods.

Things Valdo could have gotten in a single prepackaged deli tray, that he’d instead picked out by himself. An assortment, so many different choices, as if Valdo had looked at all the store had and decided he couldn’t decide at all.

Jaskier’s heart fluttered some more. His fingers itched to know how smooth Valdo’s cheek was, to scratch through his beard, to find out if his lips were chapped or not. All things he’d been telling himself to not think of for so long he’d convinced himself he didn’t want to know - but he did.

“Jaskier.”

His eyes snapped to focus at his name - Jaskier, not Julian, and he could count on one hand the number of times Valdo had used the name he preferred - and it almost hurt to see the careful look Valdo had schooled his face into. Those deep green eyes were closed off, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly, his lips becoming a thin line as he prepared for something. But for what?

“You don’t have to be here.” Valdo sighed, something like bitterness flashing across his face, and Jaskier ached at it. “This is- this doesn’t have to…” The poor man floundered, almost twitching with agitation.

Valdo had never been any good with positive emotions, or he’d never seemed to know how to show or process them as well as the others. Jealousy, anger, bitterness, those had always come so naturally, had always shown so clearly on his face - but joy, tenderness, contentment, those were all things Jaskier had rarely if ever seen on him. And for the longest time he’d thought it was because Valdo didn’t know those things but there was a vulnerability to the slump of his shoulders, a resignation to his lower tone that made that damned hope flutter up in Jaskier’s chest.”

It was far too hot to even be outside, let alone be close to someone, but Jaskier braved the heat and the distance. He reached out and took a gentle hold of one of Valdo’s hands, daring not to look up at him, though he at least finally pushed his sunglasses up and away from his eyes as he studied the stock still fingers now resting in his hand.

Valdo had planned this. Had gotten together a basket full of food that they wouldn’t at all be able to finish in one sitting, had gotten a lovely, colorful blanket for the occasion (because there was no convincing Jaskier he had own anything of the sort before this), and had dressed himself up in nice black pants and a nice shirt to meet with him in some small park next to a lake surrounded by trees and dandelions.

He was trying. And if he was trying then maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to give him the smallest, most minuscule benefit of the doubt and believe that Valdo wasn’t going to crush his heart to dust when this was all over. If it was ever over. If it ever actually began, whatever it was.

“Valdo,” Jaskier sighed out, holding his fingers gently and caressing them with the rough pad of his thumb. A breeze rolled past through the trees and ruffled his curls and Jaskier could almost pretend he could smell all of the free food he’d been promised - if only it weren’t still neatly tucked away into all of its packaging. He still thought it would be more romantic if he could smell it. “I drove halfway across the city to come meet you, you know that right?”

“I know where you live, yes.”

Jaskier’s eyes flicked up to catch the pinched, thoughtful look on Valdo’s face, finding it still guarded as if he wasn’t sure where Jaskier was going. And perhaps Jaskier should have been extra nice to him but he couldn’t help himself, no matter how his heart fluttered away, no matter that he slid their hands together until their fingers were intertwined, and no matter that he never wanted to let go even if their palms were sweating against each other.

He wondered if their hearts were beating the same erratic rhythm intandem.

“If you made me drive all of this way,” he said, shooting his once rival and once friend a look he hoped would get his point across quite firmly, “just to tell me this isn’t a date, I am going to personally go through all of your music notes and spill ink onto every other note.”

Valdo stared at him for a breath, and then snorted, an ugly noise that made his whole face scrunch up in a very undignified fashion - and it made Jaskier desperately want to kiss his wrinkled nose. “Every other note? There has to be a more efficient method, Julian.”

Those long fingers squeezed Jaskier’s and he squeezed back, winking at his once friend, now date. “No better way to infuriate you than to waste my time and yours.”

“Better ways to get my attention, Julian, since we both know that’s what you’ve always been after.”

“Wha-” Jaskier started, huffing and sputtering that Valdo’s attention had not been what he’d been after, but it was impossible to form a coherent argument when the wine he’d brought had been expensive, the shawl brand new, and that with each passing banter he drew himself closer to the man who used to infuriate him more than any other.

@witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo

#my summer bingo #valdo marx #valdo/jaskier #jaskier #jaskier/valdo #valdskier #valskier #...#jaskdo #xDDD #jaskier x valdo #valdo x jaskier #the witcher #mywriting

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bunnyywritings · 5 years ago

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uncle kei

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: here’s part one of the tsukki fic for the raffle winner, enjoy!! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Your job is what motivated you to wake up every morning. You absolutely loved seeing those cute little faces everyday. They were your kids, and you spoiled them like they were your own.

It was monday morning, so you got to the school a little earlier than normal to make sure everything was in order to start the week. Unloading your things from your car, you made your way to your classroom, surprised to see your door unlocked and open, the lights inside on. Making your way inside, you were met with the comical sight of Sugarawa sitting in the tiny chairs used by your kindergarten class. Laptop open in front of him and coffee in hand.

"Well good morning!" You giggled as you placed your things on your desk while a gasp followed by violent coughing echoed in the empty classroom.

"Geez (y/n)! Why'd you sneak up on me like that?!” You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes at his exaggerated reaction. “I can’t believe you’re so mean to me. After I went out of my way to get you coffee.” He pouted as he took another sip from his cup. You then saw the cup of iced coffee sitting next to him.

Sugarawa and you met at Uni, both of you had been in the same child development class and instantly became friends. He had gotten a job here as a kindergarten teacher before he called you a year later saying that the other teacher finally retired and there was an opening. The pair of you were hands down the youngest staff members there.

Everyone was lowkey highkey jealous of the aesthetically pleasing classrooms you had set up and of how well behaved your students always were. The both of you talked about lesson plans and whatnot before he decided to go to his classroom, which was right across from yours, to get ready for the day. You could feel yourself becoming happier as the kids were starting to get dropped off by their parents, you stood by the door to greet them before they left for the morning.

“Miss (y/n)!!” You grinned as the energetic little boy ran to you, hugging your legs excitedly.

“Good Morning Hiro! It’s so good to see you!” You softly patted his head. “Why don’t you head inside. Class will start soon.”

“Okay Miss (y/n).” He agreed before turning to his dad. “Bye papa!” Tadashi leaned down and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, bidding him a goodbye before he ran into the classroom.

“How’s your morning been Mr. Yamaguchi?”

“It surprisingly went smoother than other mornings.” He sighed while smoothing down his shirt. “I do have to tell you, I won’t be picking Hiro up today. His uncle will be picking him up.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Thank you for letting me know. Have a good day Mr. Yamaguchi.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Tadashi. We’re the same age.” He chuckled light heartedly.

“Oh r-right.” You flushed slightly in embarrassment. “Have a good day T-Tadashi.” He grinned and excused himself.

It was strange to think that someone your age already had a son, and such a sweet one at that. It made you question whether you were doing this whole “adult thing” correctly. You shrugged off the feeling once the bell rang and shut the door.

“Alright kiddos! Who’s ready to learn?” You shouted excitedly which was returned with squeals and giggles of delight.

It was a pretty easy day, surprisingly there were no problems today. No one got glue stuck in their hair or forgotten their snack at home. Before you knew it, the dismissal bell rang and the kids were being picked up. Almost all had been picked up, all but one.

You turned and looked at the boy with soft eyes. Hiro was sat in the bean bag chair with a book in his hands, he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Do you wanna take a nap while you wait for your uncle, Hiro?” He jolted awake at your soft voice and pouted, nodding at the suggestion of a nap. He made grabby hands and you couldn’t help but give in. You picked him up and placed him on the little couch you had in the ‘reading corner,’ placing your jacket over him as a makeshift blanket, giving him a ruffle of the hair before going to sit at your desk.

While busying yourself with answering emails and working on lesson plans, you hadn’t noticed that two hours had passed since school was dismissed. Glancing over at Hiro with a sad smile. He was still asleep, a little bit of drool leaving the corner of his mouth. You went to pick up the receiver and call Tadashi when there was a tug on the locked door and a muffled curse behind it.

Cautiously, you went to unlock the door and open it a crack. You were met with the sight of a tall man, blonde hair and in some black slacks and a long sleeve button up.

“Are you Hiro’s uncle?” You asked quietly. He flinched at the sudden sound of your voice as he turned around.

“Yeah, I-“ he froze, eyes widening as he got a good look at you. You were younger than he expected, and way more attractive than he expected. You could say the same yourself. You couldn’t help but get lost in his beautifuly golden eyes. “I uh I’m sorry for being so late. I got caught up with work.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh it’s no worries.” You smiled, tone reassuring and understanding. “I’ll go get him for you.” You disappeared behind the door. Scooping little Hiro up in your arms and grabbing his backpack as you made your way to the semi open door. Using your foot to open it wider, Tsukishima watched as you smiled softly down at the child in your arms.

“I didn’t have the heart to wake him from his nap.” He instantly went to grab Hiro from you and resting him on his hip, grabbing the little red backpack from you.

“Miss (y/n)....” Hiro whined sadly, hands reaching out to you.

“It’s okay Hiro.” You cooed softly, reaching up to brush his messy bangs back. “Your uncle is here so I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Remember to bring your sports shoes so you can play soccer with the others.” Tsukishima couldn’t help but be entranced by the way you interacted with Hiro, he was convinced that you were an angel.

“Sorry if I caused you any inconvenience.” He bowed as much as he could with a kid in his arms.

“Oh!” You were flustered at the sudden apology. “It’s quite alright, I understand that work can be unpredictable.” You weren’t used to having attractive guys sparing you any time, much less have one apologize to you. He bid a goodbye and walked towards the parking lot.

You closed the door and leaned against it, blush burning your cheeks as you ran across to Sugarawa’s classroom and bursting in.

“Woah! What’s gotten into you?” He chuckled as he wiped down a table.

“I may or may not have just seen the most attractive guy...literally ever.”

“Oh?” Now he was intrigued. “And who might that be?”

“One of my students’ uncle.” His eyes widened in surprise before breaking out into a laughing fit.

“It’s not funny Koushi! I’m serious!” You angrily pouted.

“Who’s uncle was it?”

“It was Hiro’s.” You bit your lips. That’s when realization hit him.

“Hiro Yamaguchi?”

“Yeah? Why? What’s wrong?”

He was grinning suspiciously. Before shrugging in denial. “Absolutely nothing.”

You didn’t believe him.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu x reader #100 followers special #shinaus

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bisexual-horror-fan · 4 years ago

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What Are You Here For? Freddy Krueger X AFAB Reader.

WELL! HERE WE ARE!

FINALLY! The first prize fic for the always lovely @lucifers-horror-harem! They won first place and wanted some downright dirty smut of the best burnt bastard around and I was all too happy to oblige! I am so thankful for the patience as I worked this out, I wanted to take my time and make it really good because it has been a minute since I did some Freddy smut. And I know, I know first prize was only supposed be 5K but like I mentioned previously if I really love an idea I might go above and beyond that!

Legit tho thank you to everyone who entered the raffle and to everyone who started following after since then! Already 54 new peeps since we hit 200! WILD!

After this the next thing to do is second prize, some exhibitionist Bo smut for @loserwitchbitch so get hyped for that!

So without further ado, here we go!

Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.2K Freddy Krueger X AFAB shy/curvy Reader. Warnings. Implied Established Fuck Buddies. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Degradation. Man-handling. Collar And Leash. Pet Names. Freddy Being An Asshole. Freddy Just Being A Bastard. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Threat Of Body Mutilation. Ruined Orgasm. Crying. Overstimulation. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Sex. Knife Play. Blood Play. Glove Porn. Daddy Kink. Submissive Reader.

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What Are You Here For? ---

Should you?

That was the big thought weighing you down at the moment.

You had been seeing…

Him.

Freddy Krueger.

For a while.

And fuck it had been fun, and you DID get a massive amount of enjoyment out of it but he never ever made it easy on you.

If you wanted to get even the smallest something you had to give a lot and he always asked for so much from you.

If the phrase “If you give him an inch he will take a mile” was a religion and Freddy was capable of being religious, then that would surely be his, no doubt about it. You give him anything and he will run with it and take and take and yet…

You kept on giving.

Constantly.

So what did he ask for this time? Well he knew you decently well by this point, knew that you were a tad self conscious about your curves and the little extra weight you carried, so he wanted you to wear something different to bed for once. You were always so shy too and he simply loved watching you squirm as you attempted to do what he wanted, trying to step up to whatever challenge he presented. You almost always wore the same thing to bed and while he enjoyed stripping you down and cutting those pants and loose t-shirts off of you he wanted something else.

You remembered it well.

A night last week where he had you pinned against a wall, your cheek to cold concrete in that damn boiler room again, him leaning in so close to you, hot breath on your ear, as he whispered,

“This is nice…”

His glove started to drag up your thigh, the blades catching on the soft fabric as he went, he bit your earlobe making you squirm before continuing on with his thought,

“But you know what I’d really like?”

The emphasis he put on really nearly sent a chill through you. You swallowed hard. Your tongue felt thick and too dry in your mouth as you spoke,

“What’s that?”

His non-gloved hand trailed up over your stomach, pulling at your shirt as he went, going higher and higher until he was cupping one of your breasts,

“Something that shows off these-”

And his gloved hand was on your ass as he breathed that last part,

“-and this too.”

What he wanted was crystal fucking clear. He wanted you to wear something revealing, something showing off your goods without him having to cut it up and wreck it to get to that point.

“Can you do that for me, princess?”

And you were wondering if you should.

I mean why should you?

You already gave so much to him on a regular basis. So what if you said no to him just this once?

A heavy sigh.

Fuck.

You knew it wouldn’t go over well if you denied him something he so explicitly asked for of you.

You looked over your closet again, still searching for something. Maybe if you found just the right thing you might give in and do it, but because you wanted to and looked good in it, certainly not just for him, that would be ridiculous, right?

Flipping through hangers and digging through drawers you were so tired, so fucking tired and just wanted to go to bed and see him again already but you wanted to at least make an attempt at this, plus it was still a little too early for bed.

You just wanted to get your outfit together to be ready when it was bedtime and after a while you think you found something suitable and really it would have been great except for one tiny detail…

You fell asleep on the couch.

Before you had gotten into said outfit.

It was still laying out on your bed and there you were on the couch under a thin throw blanket and out cold.

It took you a little too long to realize you were asleep and dreaming to be honest, you should be better at picking up on it by now.

It wasn't until you heard that laugh, far off and echoing that you realized just where you were, in another dream, no, a nightmare, manipulated by him.

And as soon as you realized that, it shifted and changed around you.

It didn’t matter where you were before because as soon as the scenery changed you completely forgot whatever space you were in previously. Frozen for the time being, fingers laced together in front of you, trying to place where he was, listening intently and then it sounded like he was right next to you.

It was loud and startled you so badly when you heard it,

“RUN!”

And then you were off, trepidation forgotten as you leapt into action on pure instinct, you ran and ran and the chase was the same as it ever was.

Terrifying, heart-pounding, tiring and far too arousing, who gets turned on from that by the way? Running for your life from the monster that he was but hey you never were that usual or regular a girl were you?

He made damn sure to remind you of that constantly as well, he was far too good at that, being mocking and teasing.

As you ran you heard him somewhere above you, probably on one of the grated catwalks as he called out,

“I can smell your soaked cunt from all the way up here kitten!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You huffed out under your breath as you kept up your run, taking off down a side hallway, the sound of his laughter getting quieter as you went.

And soon you thought you had gotten away, well as much as you COULD conceivably get away from him. Back against a wall, breathing, trying to just catch your breath and then there he was.

He didn’t speak, not yet, instead you were greeted with the sound of one of those blades dragging on a rusty metal pipe as he started walking towards you. Ugh that sound made you cringe and you wanted to turn and run again, you attempted it and suddenly he was right there, blocking your path.

“Where you off to in such a hurry?”

His non-gloved met your wrist and he was right in front of you, that glove came up hard and slammed the space on the wall right beside your head, you jumped from the sudden contact and from having him surprise you in such a manner. Your eyes glanced at that glove so damn close to you, blades were splayed out and you swallowed as his grip on your wrist tightened, you leaned closer back into the wall but you weren’t able to get any further away from him.

“Evening pet.”

You couldn’t look at him yet, you kept your gaze away from his as you responded, quietly,

“Hey Freddy...”

He tsk’d at that, his glove moved, blades making a scraping sound as they dragged over the concrete wall, cold metal met your cheek and you tried to pull away, he grabbed your face with his gloved hand and he made you look up at him.

“C’mon is that anyway to greet me? You can do better than that-”

That stare of his was intense, a slight chuckle as he added,

“I know you can.”

You swallowed hard, he was right, you could normally greet him better than this but tonight you felt more nerves than usual and were unsure of why.

Why was tonight so different?

“I mean it’s the LEAST you could do when you didn’t listen to me.”

Shit.

That’s right, that’s why, you fucked up.

He let go of your face, blades of his glove dragging down, you watched them as they moved, your breath catching as he kept doing what he did best, talking.

“I asked you to wear less. Not more.”

Those blades ran down the front of your shirt and over your stomach and then stopping below your waist, one blade hooked in one of the belt loops of your pants and he jerked you forward by it, pressing you closer to him as he breathed the next part in your ear with how much closer you were to him.

“Fuckin’ jeans? Really?”

Well let’s hope you weren’t too attached to this outfit because you knew it was about to get fucking destroyed by him. You started to apologize,

“I-I’m sorry, I had an outfit ready, really I did-”

“Mmmhmm oh sure you did.”

That tone, he didn’t believe you for one second, your eyes were still downcast as he sliced through that belt loop and his hand gripped your hip and you continued on,

“Yeah! I had one, but-”

“But?”

He was always doing that, always interrupting you, a deep breath before you kept talking, you kinda hated just how badly that got to you, why was even the simple act of him stepping all over your words able to give you pause with how it turned you on.

“But I uhm...I fell asleep on the couch before I could get changed.”

That got him to laugh, he let go of your wrist and his hand came up to your throat, he gripped and pushed you hard into the wall, you let out a small shocked sound of surprise as your head hit the wall, eyes closed tightly as your head made contact, it wasn’t hard and didn’t hurt that bad thankfully.

“Can’t even change your clothes before passing the fuck out, how useless are you?”

You bit your bottom lip and opened your eyes. He was staring you down and your heart pounded harder in your chest. It left your mouth sounding so small.

“Wha-what?”

He squeezed your throat harder and your hand came up instinctively and gripped his wrist, he scoffed as he jerked your body easily, pulling you forward before slamming your back again into the wall, he spoke so harshly.

“You deaf too little piggy?”

Damn it all he was really laying into you so early, you breathed out, strained from how hard he was choking you,

“No-o. It wa-was an accident. I-I’m sorry.”

“Awe, she’s sorry.”

The way he said it, dripping with scorn and condensation, that glove came up, blades close to your face once more, blade of his index finger dragged over your cheek,

“I don’t think you know the meaning of the word…”

He dragged his leather clad thumb of this gloved hand over your bottom lip as he said,

“But don’t worry. You will. I’ll make sure of that.”

You couldn’t help it.

You shivered and your eyes fluttered closed.

Fuck, that got to you terribly, the sheer implication of what he said weighing heavy on your mind as the arousal inside you increased, you were certain your panties were already a mess.

He kept his hand on your throat but loosened his grip slightly, you sucked down a deep breath but had no time to adjust because that gloved hand of his set to work. He was so fucking handsy with you, he loved to touch you all over, anywhere and everywhere.

You were his plaything, his fucktoy and he intended to touch and do with you as he pleased and you would fucking let him.

“Course you’re into this.”

He was never careful when he felt you with his gloved hand, he knew you got off on his weapon terribly, you enjoyed the small cuts and nics that would be the end result of his carelessness, it added to the experience for you.

“Fuckin’ whore.”

He must have leaned in closer when your eyes were closed because he breathed that into your ear, harsh and low as his blades hooked into the collar of your shirt and pulled down hard, the sound of ripping fabric coming right after that, splitting your shirt open, you felt the stifling hot air of the boiler room on your now exposed chest.

You let out a soft sound, akin to a moan as he tugged again, fabric ripping further, you squirmed in his grip, and soon the front of your shirt was totally open down the middle, the sleeves the only thing keeping it on your form. It felt uncomfortable, it was always so hot in here and you were far too overdressed. His gloved hand was back to touching you, rough and demanding as he touched your breasts still encased in your bra, you arched your back to lean into the touch further as you whined out to him,

“Plea-se?”

He spoke again, he sounded amused, you could feel how close he was to you, he bit the side of your neck before uttering,

“Think anybody in your life knows that you’re like this? A squirmy little slut, totally desperate and cock hungry?”

It wasn't a question you were meant to seriously respond to, you still moaned from it, his gloved hand dragged down, he didn't break the skin but came close to it.

Finally that glove came to rest below your waist, he cupped your clothed cunt through your jeans roughly, your head tipped back against the wall, a moan crossing your lips, you fucking loved this.

Most people would be horrified at the very thought of that glove being anywhere near such a sensitive and vulnerable area even through clothing but you throbbed at the idea of it, you were practically soaking through your jean's as you moved your hips, grinding on his palm greedily with another moan.

“Disgusting thing. So fuckin’ wet.”

So apparently you had soaked through or maybe he could just feel the slide of how your panties moved under your pants.

“Barely done a thing to you and you’re like this.”

Then that gloved hand moved and he was back to stripping you, harsh cuts through the thick denim, cutting through the material and reaching to the skin below, splitting it open as he went, you were bleeding now, red flowing slowly and soaking into the fabric.

You loved that aspect too, he was so rough and you were ashamed of just how much you loved it. When he cut you let out the most delectable whimpers and whines that just fueled him further.

He kept pausing, cutting your clothes to touch you some more, your moans got louder whenever he did, the friction felt so damn good, whenever you were seeming to start to forget some of your shame and shyness he would say something to remind you of it and it would come back full force.

“Just listen to you, can’t stop yourself hmm?”

You couldn’t.

But you tried, you bit your bottom lip to restrain yourself slightly, you knew your face was flushed and you couldn’t stay still on your feet, so squirmy. His hands kept touching you, rough and demanding, pulling at you, so possessive.

And then you realized the remainder of your shirt and pants were finally stripped and you were left in just your underwear before him.

Then he stepped back, you were tempted to slide down the wall, you hadn’t realized how much you were relying on his hand on your throat holding you up.

“Take the rest off yourself.”

You must have looked like a deer in the headlights, you looked to him, your hands met in front of your stomach, fingers lacing together again as you said,

“I-I uh…”

You were suddenly so aware of yourself and of him. His eyes raking over your form, taking in the sight of you, already bloodied and a mess, sweat standing out on your skin, panties so obviously damp. You felt small and shy once more.

He spoke.

“What are you here for?”

His question startled you and you asked,

“What?”

He scoffed, arms crossed, your eyes were drawn to that glove, you could see your blood still on it, your thighs pressed together, they were wet. It was from you but was it blood or sweat or slick? Hard to say. You would look but you knew it was a bad idea to look away from him right now.

While you were lost in thought he grew impatient.

He rolled his eyes and stepped forward, fingers in your hair and he pulled you hard so you fell to your knees. He jerked your head back and made you look at him, he looked so imposing above you like this as he said,

“What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Here. For?”

God the way he said it, like you were stupid and he needed to spell it out, saying it haltingly and slowly so you could get it.

You weren’t sure how to respond,

“I-I dunno…”

He laughed and tugged hard on your hair again,

“You are here to entertain me. That is all. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

He shoved you away and you nearly fell over,

“Now you DON’T want to know what I will do to you when you no longer entertain me slut.”

You were on fucking fire, you fucking loved how he was treating you, and what he implied, that when you were no longer useful, entertaining or fun to play with then he would get rid of you, and you knew just how he would do that too, you’d end up just like the others he brought here.

“Strip.”

A clear command and one you now rushed to comply with. Still standing on your knees you looked up to him, maintaining eye contact as you began to move to remove your bra. You noticed the small amused smirk on his face as he watched you listen to him, you unhooked it and shrugged the garment off before throwing it aside. Your hands went to your sides and slid down, fingers slipping into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down your thighs, you felt just how wet you were when you removed them. Air now on your exposed and drenched sex and you shivered at the feeling.

“Good.”

He crouched down, his hand came between your thighs and you tensed in anticipation of his touch but instead he dragged a finger through the thick evidence of your excitement left on the sodden crotch of your panties.

"What a mess."

He brought his hand up, you could clearly see how wet his finger was and he looked from it to you, a smirk again as he held his hand out, you knew what you had to do as you leaned forward and cleaned your mess from his outstretched finger. He let out a small sound of approval from how your tongue rolled over it as you maintained eye contact. He seemed pleased with you and then you noticed one of his hands now behind his back,

“Got something for you.”

He pulled his hand from behind his back and you recognized the collar and leash combo well, it had been a while since you used them, it really drove home the mood he was in, how he wanted to punish your disobedience and bad listening skills, you were scared and turned on by the prospect of what was to come.

If you were lucky, maybe you would get to.

You sat up on your knees straighter and he fitted the collar on you, he attached the leash as he asked,

“Too tight?”

And before you could even answer he tugged hard on the leash and you jerked forward almost falling forward onto your hands, he snickered at this and you whimpered out,

“Freddy-”

Another hard pull that made you actually fall forward, now on your hands and knees, eyes downcast until his non-gloved hand was in your hair once more, pulling your head up, one of this blades dragged under your chin making you whimper again as he said,

“Ah-ah! You know what you are supposed to call me when you are wearing that.”

Fucking hell.

You did but it wasn’t easy, it was insane the reaction it could elicit from you, it was so flustering and hot for you.

“Say it.”

You took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes as you said it,

“Sorry Daddy.”

That got him to smile although it was brief,

“Much better.”

He stood up and released your hair, holding the end of the leash in his gloved hand, the flooring was so harsh on your hands and knees.

“You look uncomfortable down there, floor too hard?”

You nodded once and he tugged again with a thoughtful hum, the leather felt so good as it jerked against your throat,

“Maybe you deserve a little bit of comfort.”

Oh that was unlike him.

A snap and you were somewhere else.

You should have realized that it wasn’t really about your comfort, more about his, he wanted to be a little more comfortable for what he intended to do to you.

You were on your back so quickly you could barely register it, where were you? It felt softer, a bed? No time to think on that, your panties had still been around your knees and you felt the mattress dip as he got on it, non-gloved hand closed around the drenched garment and your eyes fell down to watch as he ripped them down your legs.

He threw them to the side and you watched as he came closer, he still had the leash wrapped around his gloved hand, and the back of that same hand smacked your inner thigh and said gruffly,

“Spead em.”

A nod from you as you complied and he looked you over, gloved hand on your thigh as he loomed over you, he was taking so damn long to touch you, being an awful tease tonight, his non gloved hand slid up your thigh slowly and your hips squirmed as you craved some contact already.

Finally, fucking finally, his non-gloved hand reached up high enough and his fingertips brushed over soaked flesh and you pushed closer into the touch and that got him to laugh again as he pulled his hand away making you let out a soft groan,

“Please?”

A hard pull on that leash as he brought his non-gloved hand back down and his hand hovered so close to where you needed it, he spoke again,

“Please what?”

Never good enough, you knew better than this and he knew that you did, you took a deep breath before trying again,

“Please Daddy, please touch me?”

A sigh from him, an act really that he was put out from such a request from you, all part of the game, his hand made contact and your hips arched and you let out a soft moan then-

Nothing.

This fucker did nothing, hand touching you but perfectly still, you whined, needy and pathetic,

“Daddy-”

“Awe what kitten?”

You tried to move your hips but his gloved hand came down and held your hip, pressing you down unto the mattress as his other hand stayed right where it was, pressed to your slit but not moving an inch.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“No-o.”

“No? But you wanted me to touch you. I’m touching you, aren’t I?”

You groaned, he was being insufferable tonight, you looked up to him and that look, he was so fucking smug right now, you bit your bottom lip, you needed to get over your shyness, if you wanted satisfaction you needed to be direct, tell him just what you wanted if you had any hope here.

“Daddy please rub me, play with my pussy, finger me-”

And you were going to say more but he interrupted, from the tone he was still playing the part, playing dumb like it was a possibility he never even fathomed until you presented it to him,

“Ohhh that is what you meant princess, well of course I can do that. You should have said so sooner.”

And then he did just as you asked, you needed no more prep or preamble as two of his fingers forced their way inside of you, and the sound you made upon that as your eyes fell closed, fucking hell after all the build up and all the teasing just those two fingers felt incredible.

You couldn’t stay quiet, no way, quiet gasps and rushed breaths, that filthy title that he demanded you called him, and to be fair that you loved to call him, spilling forth from your mouth.

His fingers moved with practiced ease, he had done this to you so many times, knew just how to manipulate you to get you to writhe against the sheets and cry out, you couldn’t move much mind you with how he still held you down yet you still attempted it.

It was simply too good to lay still, you squirmed even more when those two fingers hooked into that sweet spot inside, your fingers grabbing at the sheets below you,

“Fuc- yes right there!”

His glove moved, sliding off of your hip, blades biting into your plush flesh as it went, it was so good, pleasure mixing with pain was so commonplace with him and so fucking fantastic, that glove came to rest right on your pelvis and that had your eyes rolling back.

“Hmm yeah? Right there?”

That mocking tone as he pressed harder, the effect it had on you, his voice and his hands, pressing made it so that spot inside you was assaulted on both sides, it was so intense it made your thighs want to clamp together,

“Yes! Ahhh-”

Pleasure building, coiling inside so quickly, getting so close so fast, you couldn’t help it with how much build up there had been thus far.

He knew the signs far too well, he watched you intently as he always did, the way your breathing changed and your thigh muscles clenched, the sounds you made, fuck you didn’t even get a chance to stutter out any kind of warning, the way your walls clenched around his fingers gave you away long before then and as expected of him he ripped his fingers out of you, leaving you cruelly on the edge. His gloved hand stayed on your pelvis holding you down hard, you still squirmed and groaned out your displeasure.

“Daddy-I-I was so close.”

He tsk’d as he looked you over, non-gloved hand came down, a hard smack on your wet and oversensitive pussy, you yelped in surprise and pain,

“You think I don’t know that?”

Of course he did! That’s why he did it. Letting you cum on the first go? As if. Not when he wanted to teach you a lesson and punish you for your bad behavior.

You couldn’t respond, his fingers slipped back inside and anything you might have had to say stopped dead, your back arched and on he continued.

Edging was such a fun activity for him.

Teasing and playing with you, all the different things he could do to you, the smallest sounds and reactions he was capable of getting from you with the slightest changes. It was almost laughable how he could nearly make you sob with just two of his fingers.

After another two edges, where you got a hair closer than the time previous, you were a wreck when his fingers left you once more,

“Fuck! Again?!”

He laughed at that, you felt him move and you glanced down, he was settling down between your thighs, you felt his hot breath on your core and he said,

“Yes again, you should be used to this by now kitten.”

You shut up.

You immediately tensed, he was so fucking good with his fingers but with his mouth? Fucking heaven above the things he could do with his mouth, and he fucking knew how good he was with it, he knew exactly how badly he could ruin you with his mouth.

He didn’t start right away.

You just watched as he rested between your thighs, he was on his stomach, his breath fanned over you and that alone was such a tease.

The sheer tension of this moment was nearly enough to break you. His eyes on you and then after what felt like far too long he leaned in and your head fell back against the bed, anticipating pleasure and then instead-

Pain.

One of those blades broke the skin and he sliced and cut and you bled once more, it made your body jerk and you gasped and before you could protest or do anything you felt the first pass of his mouth brush over you and the sound of pain died off mixing into one of pleasure instead.

The mix of pain and pleasure once more was so heady it made your head swim.

“Daddy-”

Another small cut over your hip and his mouth pressed over your clit and he sighed against you,

“Kitten.”

And then he finally really got started.

Even when you did watch him you didn’t get it, it felt like what he was doing was impossible, I mean HE was impossible wasn’t he? Just from a base level what he was, he could change and do nearly anything and so it wasn’t surprising he would utilize that when he was with you, doing anything he could to his advantage to get to you.

His mouth was deadly as he used it on you, tongue sliding between your folds and dragging up over your clit and back down, he wouldn’t stay in one spot, he would tease and touch everywhere, whenever the pleasure was seriously building, thighs trembling he would leave another cut on you and pull you back from the imminent danger of slipping over the edge too soon.

No way were you allowed to finish yet.

Didn’t stop you from begging though.

“Daddy plea-please! Fuck-I wanna cum so bad-”

He tugged on that leash, the end of it had been swapped to his non-gloved hand as his mouth worked, his tongue swirled over your clit as his gloved hand was on your hip, his thumb absentmindedly stroked over your skin, spreading blood with it as it went, you were a mess of red by this point, so much of your blood spilled by his blades.

You were close again, practically babbling incoherently, so fucking needy, you had lost count of how many times he had denied you sometime after the fifth time, all you knew was you needed it, craved it, every nerve ending screaming for relief.

Your shame was completely abandoned by this point as you begged him. You were on the edge once more, so close to spilling over, he knew you were, it would literally take one more lick and you would cum and he knew it, he pulled back just in time and you cried out in pure frustration. His hands held your hips hard and you were so very tempted to slip your hand between your thighs and bring yourself to your end but you knew he would stop you if you dared to try.

“Oof that looked like it was a really hard edge princess.”

Terrible, awful tease, he was refusing to let up for even a moment, you were beginning to think you might not get to cum at all tonight and he raised up.

You watched as he stood up on his knees, the end of that leash was brought up, held between his teeth as he started to undo his pants and you bit your bottom lip as you watched,

“Looks like you’re finally ready for me to use.”

That made your heart pound in your chest at that word.

Use.

The way he said it too, like he was only doing all of this to make you acceptable for him to bury his cock in. He was going to use you and you could hardly wait for that, be nothing but a hole for him to fuck. He didn’t even address you this time, a motion of his hand signaling you to flip over, that look he gave you told you that it better be fucking quick, and even though you felt so weak, from the edging and from the blood loss and the heat, were you even still in the boiler room? The temperature made it feel that way even if the bedroom you were in didn’t make it seem that way.

You did it.

Quickly, as he wanted.

On hands and knees as you had been before, on display for him, gloved hand on your hip, you could feel the tips of those blades digging into your flesh and you felt him tug on that leash again, it made your back straighten a little more.

He didn’t tease you any longer, you were expecting him to drag it out but he was so good at that, taking your expectations and flipping them on their head. Now that you were expecting him to tease you he wasted no time and filled you all at once. Fuck the stretch was so good, so sudden it almost made your arms give out, your head fell forward with a long moan ending in a shuddering breath.

“Fuck-”

The pace he set was steady. Hard. He took and he took as he always did from you.

“What a fuckin’ mess you are.”

You were.

“But still not good enough.”

What the fuck did he mean?

What else was he going to do to you?

He wrapped the leash around his hand a few times, he pulled hard, it was suffocating, he moved to be even closer, his chest met your back, having so much of him on you worsened your need, it was so hot and having him on you was leaving you burning even more.

Then what he intended became clear.

That gloved hand moved, and started to slip underneath you and that made your heart stop, made your moaning stop, you felt those cool metal blades drag over your stomach and slip down lower. Two blades on either side of that most sensitive place, you were deathly still, holding yourself as still as you could. The only movement was from him fucking into you, his hips crashing into your ass, you were terrified and so fucking into it at the same time, it shouldn’t be so arousing, the threat of what this meant, but it was all the same.

He wasn’t even touching your clit for fucks sake but the pressure placed on it was enough, you were so damn receptive and after everything he put you through tonight it was all too much.

Your breathing was so shallow, your eyes wide, still locked down on the bed, your fingers tangled in the sheets, you warned him, so quiet, voice trembling,

“Da-Daddy I-I-oh God, I’m close.”

“Awe yeah piggy? So fucking filthy. Getting off on that?”

He didn’t even need to say it, he knew that not saying it was getting to you so badly, it left the threat of it hanging in the air, the potential of it, not out right saying it so explicitly, besides that he could see in your head, he knew what you were thinking, he didn’t HAVE to say it. He knew that even the idea of this, of the ominous thought that one wrong move and he could take away all of those orgasms of yours away forever was making you unbearably excited.

You begged, pleaded, needed it so badly, whining, calling out for him, you debased yourself in hopes he would allow you and then he said-

“Do it.”

You weren’t expecting it but he said yes and you closed your eyes tightly and cried out and then-

Something you should have expected to be frank but you didn’t, it caught you off guard.

A few more thrusts and you slipped over, you started cumming and he pulled out,

“No! Fuck-”

He laughed.

He ruined your orgasm and fucking laughed. You shook and clenched around nothing and all of that promise, that agonizingly built up pleasure, all those edges that would have lead to what would have surely been a spine tingling and mind melting orgasm all shattered, destroyed, fucking spoiled and he laughed.

You were trembling, his glove had moved, lifted off of you the second your orgasm had started, you had no stimulation, no anything to help you when you ruined, nothing to grind on or press to, just forced to experience the sheer emptiness of your cunt as you pulsed and felt nothing.

The leash was dropped, his gloved hand found your throat, grabbing you from behind, you were so overwhelmed, so frustrated, you did sob. A few tears sliding down your face.

He spoke again to you,

“Tears won’t do you any good.”

And he sunk back inside of you, his non-gloved hand slipped under you and he touched you and you tried to jerk away. You had just finished cumming, you were far too sensitive, ruined orgasm, no pleasure whatsoever, need still so present but now your clit was spent, oversensitive to the point of pain and he knew this. He touched you, two fingers drawing circles over your clit and it made you clench deliciously around him, he reveled in how you spasmed and whined, squirmed and tried to get him to stop.

“Daddy-stop, please fuck-it’s too much!”

Another hard thrust, he stayed buried to the hilt inside of you, a harsh grind as he pressed harder on your clit, he kissed your temple, a surprising moment of tenderness as he then said sounding so amused by your suffering,

“I know it is, kitten.”

You sobbed again as he touched you and another thrust that rode the line between pain and pleasure and he added on,

“That’s what makes it perfect.”

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